Lyrics:
boxed in
Blood on my chrome now I need some soap and rub it
Peeking at my Summit
Magazine is Drumming
This ain't no Olympics but I got him fucking running
I can better myself
Sometimes I get a head of myself
Smokin' weed wit intention, frontin' like I got it prescribed
So high I must be outta my mind
be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
to heaven in a little rowboat
Clap pat
Clap pat
Clap pat
Clap slap
Clap pat
Clap your hand, pat it on your partner's hand
Right hand
Clap pat
Clap
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
got drugs, guns, and sex for sale
So, forgive me, I'ma nigga from the projects
Forgive me, I'ma nigga from the projects
Forgive me, I'ma nigga from
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
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
{Project Pat of Killa Klan Kaze}
Its gangsta its gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles broke
Willy punk hoes
Staring at the snug nose
Barrel I say
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
that money goin` be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain`t goin` tell you, what?, to stop chasin` paper
Man, I`m just like ya`ll, I
cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
nigga project Pat, get 'em
Patter, it's pumpin' for the strapper
A hundred louis belt and shoes
Money up to Gucci, we got chickens
Tossing chickens
What
We got it man
I’m just here to prove the difference
(Uh)
Priorite m
Nan game nan pat janm hit plus que pensonn , m ironizel
Cause rap just on façon
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
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
hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!
1 - Break Da Law -
and don’t wife em
Left him on read while I’m typing
By any means imma get it
Whatever they said I did I did it
I don’t write I just say it
Get
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Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
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