Lyrics:
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
iveme
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
ooh
Get it free naw naw don't pay her
Oh no don't do no favors,
Super Mario game too playa
Project pat boy won't save her
No no can't go,
Know the game
Uh, yeah, she make the backseat shake
Uh, she make the backseat shake
She make the backseat shake
Pull up with that pressure cooker
Knowin' shorty
I can't shake off
What I feel inside
Until the day that I die
Tell me why
Behind all the white lines
Are projects during nighttime
Inspired by
that ass tho
Shake that ass tho (wow)
In the bathroom, in a bathrobe
In the front seat of the Lambo'
Bad bitches on the West Coast
Got 'em sayin',
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up
Self made self paid man
P-I
of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the
Look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way, I
Had to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in
You're fucking with?
Shoot the gun
Then we chucking it
We the most wild clique
That's everywhere
Leave your body
On some project stairs
Best beware
Of who
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on why'all boy,
why'all don't need to be f***in wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a bottle
Project chick but pretty just like a model
Find her rollin through the hood she loved
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby. He's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
Yet he was in his youth quite
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
a family man
This bilal loud
This shit here is a cannon man
Grew up on Project Pat
And Hitman Sammy Sam
Say it wrong
SyN pull up just like lam on lam
Come
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
We done hit you
Lemme see you bounce that, shake that, clap clap, gimme that
Round of applause let's go little kitty kat
Rock rock drop it down low make it pitty pat
been successful
And this sounding like some old project pat
This beat just so catchy
If I fell out of love right now
I know a bitch that's gone catch me
Project pat in this motherfucker
Layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs
Talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming
That you in
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