Lyrics:
music.
Check me out.
Yeah
Let me get this rockin’ like blessings blessings trickle down from heaven
With a little more faith I could flood the gate
I’m
me of my dog
We'll probably git along little doggie
Git along git along little doggie git a
Smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog
Better let them
working, I 24/7 my action
My back, they been trying to pat
I don't want none of that shit if you wasn't with me way on back
I don't want none of this shit
Turn out the lights quick she shouted out to Pat
Although I'm your wife I'm not worth looking at
I had two of everything I told you when I wrote
But
to speak sports, baby
Cause I got game, sweetheart
Just fuck with your boy and
I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back?
"Daddy's little
Reilly, I was rushed away by car
To be made a little orangeman, my father's shining star
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that
To my
There were roses in the garden, there was laughter in the sky
As I met the little maiden, and she shyly passed me by
And my heart went pit-a-pat
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
acting like They know me
Fall back little bitch you ain't my Homie
Remember back when y'all all Shitted on me
Phony phony
I run it up and get them bands by
it
They tried to Riley me up, but I betting Pat's expression
You can never pass a legend
I'm spitting on holy beats
I'm beating my past, present
I'm
seam in
Pull a hole in the wall
When I get creaming
Need an extra scoop of that macaroni
Pat me down, he think I got a phone-y
Play station in my bank,
like Jordan's we don't wear the same clothes
It's just me pat n sal when it's time to hit that road
It's just me pat n sal when we cash out on the bows
Cause I got game sweetheart
Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back
Daddy's little that's right
See what
two, one two, check it out
All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone
Get a little while in the pen, still hold the throne
Blood is the same for us
wanna' pat down a nigga, they found a little dope in my coat, now they trippin' on that
If I'm advancing you something then be ready to hand me lil'
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
of all the dogs in the yard
I was the quietest
I had a little bark, I had a little bite
Was surrounded by niggas who snap
And don't think twice
To kidnap
started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah
your frakin it
(Uh oh) The way your doppin it (Uh oh)
And when you bring it back up and move it in slow motion
(Earthquake) Make me wanna move a little
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
here!
Alright! What up y'all? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick Fat Pat
He goes "Ha ha ha ha"
little houseplants that
Sit by the cloudy window
Cause everything dies, when it lies, in your shadow
I used to think everything led me back to you
It's
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
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