Lyrics:
alone
Like
You got a man, but you're still alone
Got me outside of myself
I've been curving all the shawties
Getting fried by myself
Need to work up on my
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
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
So they wanna be my bae
Got me feeling like I'm Usher cuz they like it my way yea
Where the Thick girls at let me see if you can shake it
Where
Shouldna stepped to me at all
You weak busta!
[Project Pat]
A mistaken ID
Wanna put me in the po-key
'cause I'm on parole
Police swearing that they
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's goin'
The hood
see it, your eyes closed
Somebody come and pull me from this world now
I tried to duck it all, but even I'm worn out
I tried to shut it off, but we are
pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you
Right past you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it
[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
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
I remember all
All the fights we had
You'd slap my forehead
Say look at that
Say it was a roach
I'd hit you back
You stayed with us
By mawmaw Pat
If you a bad lit
Kitty kitty and
You see me in
The streets or in
The club
And you tryna
Get my
Attention just
Pur
Here kitty
Niggaz die for the street glory
Go to trial, get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And Q.B. the streets call me
So if you see me slippin',
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
we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line
We're standing by
by helps me track my progress.
I can measure my progress towards my financial goals.
I deserve praise and recognition for my talents.
I create viable
thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure
know this project is far from perfect
In relation to how I'm far from perfect as a person
But I'm hoping by the end of this project you get to know me
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
you prayin' for a new religion
Murk you in the kitchen by the stoves
Step over the body, do the dishes
Bitch, my mama ain’t raise no bitch
Me and my
around you
and see who you see nigga all you see is me
Hypnotized see-A-M-motherfuckin-P bitch
come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it
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