Lyrics:
and I pass
Gotta get back to cash son (dead ass)
These nigga trash back to the lab
Practically I got a smash some em (errrr)
Look at that ass reaching
and loud screetches
And Tamika said police found drugs in Pudgie speaker
Plus son had an open case, for dope and base
Jake rushed his moms lab, he got
by the Abbot
Blood related king to King David's mighty men
I appear in the atmosphere like
Nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide
Helium,
[Chorus x2]
Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked
[Project Pat]
I
platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
Let the top
Straight back
Set that kitty in
The Porsche
Drive the kitty round
The city, let the air
Cool her off
I'm a pat pat patter
love me at all
You know
Right when it hit me
Started to cry like Lucille Ball
If I'm by myself
Will you come get me
Can you come get me
I'm standing in
bachelors now I'm way ahead
Laying on my bed writing listening to cassettes
They project I'm the next vet to these cadets
I'm a threat
Do it by myself boy
the newest leading of this
So hypnotized by the sauce until they lost in it
Oh shit, they be self-exposing, taking offense
I only describe the shoe, you let me
'cause I know they hate it
But I know they really wanna ride in my space ship
Anytime they're feelin' down, get a facelift
I ain't comin' back to Earth for
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
back when
But now I lay back in Maybach Benz
Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in
He's real he is not one of these fake black men
I never been
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
the projects
Chasing after him a lil' young chick
Seeing him made me go back in my lab
And write this lil' shit like this
Check it out
Here's how it
the projects
Chasing after him, a lil' young chick
Seeing him made me go back in my lab
And write this lil' shit like this
Check it out
Here's how it goes
are closed,
Consumed to feed the empire,
For the planet-sized lab prisons.
Galaxy condemned to wander into the dark.
All glows blown away
Alone in
back
I'm where an artist should be in the lab
Y'all are too quick to go try to get clapped at
Too sick to be makin tunes for you to booze with
We ain't
right it's a groove
Uh huh, it's a groove (sexy sexy) bring it back
Young HOV in the house it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse it's so
right it's a groove
Uh huh, it's a groove (sexy sexy) bring it back
Young HOV in the house it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse it's so
on the 4th I plead the 5th
Trinity, The Father Son and Spirit
Back in the day it was Holy experiment
Now we in the lab when writin' them lyrics
And they
domestic, some um Brazilian
Some um is sittin sippin piña coladas
Hair done decked out in Gucci n Prada
Diamonds shinin
Damn she fine n
I sit back n watch her
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