Project Pat
Cheese And Dope
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| Добавлена 12 апреля 2013 пользователем Миша |
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[Project Pat]
I been slangin on this green praying that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Cuttin balls down to none, babbage weed is in my lungs
Niggas stiff me for a bag, I'ma shoot em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game then yo ass will get burned
When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you mobbers gonna rob the robber
Boy I'm gonna scar ya, with pistol slap cross mouth
Reachin in yo pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here
[chorus]
I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
Hyyydro weed smokin a quarter ounce of blow
What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
[Project Pat]
Quarter bird what's the word? For you dawg it's the low
Selling me babbage weed but you want the purest snow
I'ma go, I'ma pull me a rabbit out a hat
Ounce of cane mixed with sugar, and some killaz strapped with gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo fuckin drawers
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never lies
I been slangin on this green praying that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Cuttin balls down to none, babbage weed is in my lungs
Niggas stiff me for a bag, I'ma shoot em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game then yo ass will get burned
When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you mobbers gonna rob the robber
Boy I'm gonna scar ya, with pistol slap cross mouth
Reachin in yo pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here
[chorus]
I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
Hyyydro weed smokin a quarter ounce of blow
What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
[Project Pat]
Quarter bird what's the word? For you dawg it's the low
Selling me babbage weed but you want the purest snow
I'ma go, I'ma pull me a rabbit out a hat
Ounce of cane mixed with sugar, and some killaz strapped with gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo fuckin drawers
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never lies
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