Lyrics:
, I know how to smoke
Smoke fiya dope
Bayou Rum and marijuana blessing my game
Proper provision to get me
Higher than an aeroplane
I used to fuck with
high
I like to smoke and get high
I like to smoke and get high
I like to smoke and get high
[chorus 2]
I know what you tryna get by
sometimes I be like
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I
a stone-b****, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why n****z die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from
I don't give a f*** about anything
That you're telling me
'Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that
, need to get high
When we get together, you know how we do
Smoke a bowl or two, until we do what we do
We up until two, you looking like a late night
mountain high its making me nauseous
It's making me nauseous
I figure writing a couple rhymes will take me from projects
Who am I kidding i'ma nigga which
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
pants
While your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
The whole projects
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
doing it high five
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye yeah yeah yeah yeah
When I pull up I just ask them where it's at
Where it's at
I just
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
a Killer in his eyes
Totin his four five he don't get high whenever he finna slide
So used to death can't remember the last time it made me cry
Was twelve
the life you live a lot of façade in it
(Cap) niggas know I stay with juice like
My name was Project Pat (Swear)
Heard you made it out and lost it
Like you
a dollar
I don't want to go t county jail no more more more
(Project Pat)
Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas want to take me
buying new drums for the canons
Show a price getting by cause he scamming
In the Projects shoot dice but they ran um
They gone slide out the Chrysler with
betta give him the muthafuckin keys, he look serious"
"BITCH YOU A BANANA, BITCH YOU GONNA GET PEELED"
Gangsta Boo: call my nigga project pat,
dog i
projects (woo)
I'm runnin' up in your contingents to split your guts (grab the rail)
If you get scared of my lines when I rock well
Got Whit's like
uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat
in it)
It's my birthday baron, I want more smoke (I want more smoke )
I need to be high right now am low (Right now am low)
Love is for the week, money
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
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