Lyrics:
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one
By 18
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
side
Where we got the loudest smoke
And get the most high
Most high
Welcome to the west wide
West side
West side
Break it
Roll it up
Light it up
And get
I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin'
wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
[Intro]
Yeah, It's going down
Feel me, Southside representing
Reality, Show Love
[Hook: Fat Pat x2]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke
[Intro]
Yeah, It's going down
Feel me, Southside representing
Reality, Show Love
[Hook: Fat Pat x2]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke
Smokin' big killa gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze,
Smokin' big killa gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze,
you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
and get that cake!
Say VonRyan in the place,
That nigga make it shake!
VVS in my teeth,
Bitch don’t give a fuck what I say!
Country Gramar,
High
Who would've thought my dog's killer was prescription pads
Got me reaching through the bones I know I can't get him back
Got me teaching keep your
ticket
Or hit the fuckin lottery
The darkness swallowed me
Dead bodies follow me
Bumpin project pat
Commitin aggravated robbery
So stick em up
And give
, do you know how to..
All I wanna do is get high with my friends
If I die in the process, it'll be the end
Just a kid from the projects
I was born
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye
I can't lie, I get high, high, high
Yo, in New York we smoke chocolate
Keep a loaded gun in the cockpit
And almost every night, we on the block lit
Chevy's
24's so you know we roll heavy, uh (YMCMB)
Welcome to my hood
Where they get fly like a G6
And everybody know this is the remix
Welcome to my
with a folding chair
Contact high from the smoke in the air
Hop in the car, drive home impaired
Captain Caveman’s back and I so don’t care
I’m feeling so
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
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