Lyrics:
The royals the spoils the pain will not get me
I'm tested like Ricky bitch I'm tryna ball
I want the smoke like I'm Williams dawg
More free than Willie the pen
I Hit that blunt now everything at ease
Just like Bigfoot I be in them trees
Project pat I want dope I want cheese
I'm blowing kush on the moon feel
testing
This will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guest list
Party freak, you the type of nigga
That'll hardly speak unless you spoken
and kept
By the high grade weed a the best
Light and smoke and it reach my chest
Brain inna the sky and a dweet like jet
Me feel so high, high away
And more
want Channel 8, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
Sometimes I want to go back around the way
Sometimes I want to ride and smoke, sometimes
slugs, get done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It's the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scope, and not the kind
Heart racin faster lights flash the Windows,
Project high jump,
Uh,
Going throwing out yo demos,
Needle droppin while the feings watching from get go,
cool, man, I tried to warn ya
You can tell by my style
I'm from California
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to chill and get high
In my California
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
of your worries
My dogs want smoke
Manhattan project we going to make this bitch Blow
Headed for the top if you should know
Everybody said these stacks
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I got the smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke comin' up out my gun
Smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke
at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
to the moon
Get high
I'm with the crew, ay
We just be rolling these blunts and we don't give a fuck, yea we smoke em' by two's, ay
I been up late in the stu
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