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Project Pat - Cheese And Dope Lyrics

Project Pat - Cheese And Dope Video

(Project Pat)
Out here slanging on this blade praying that I don't get cut
By these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
Cutting ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
Nigga's stick 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
I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth
Reach in niggaz 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 smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
 
(Project Pat)
Quarter bird, what's the word? for you dawgs is da low
Selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo'
I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes,
You be stinkin' wit the flies
Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
Fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock sixteen booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade
 
(chorus 2x)
I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
Hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
 
You could duck from the tech, out da escalade
Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate
Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling sip let's go
Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full
Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..
 
(chorus till end)
I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
Hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
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Project Pat - Gorilla Pimp Lyrics

Project Pat - Gorilla Pimp Video

If you thinking I'm straight then you better think twice
If you ain't got no cheese then I'm jekyl and hyde
'Bout to click on this bitch cause she need to learn me
Beat her with my pistol when I thought she burned me
It's the first tha month you can call me Sambo
I'ma dick this ho down cause I like to gamble
In her purse I ramble
On her head I trample
Where the hell the damn doe
Old silly ass hoe
You gon get tha damn doe
And I like to chew snow
Sippin' yak with tha cap is the perfect convo
You can be a Jane Doe if you call the po-po
(female voice)I'ma call ya momma a
Bitch that's a no no
Don't get personal, I'll never let go
If you did wanna run you'll get beat to the flo'
I'ma gorilla pimp you can call me great ape
Knockin' teefus out ya mouth need to get ya shit straight
 
(Chorus)
I'ma gorilla on the hoes
Dig dat
I'ma Pimp nigga you ain't know?
Dig dat
I'ma a mack mane on the stroll
Dig dat
I'm out here trying to make a ho
Dig dat
Cause I hustle on the low
Dig dat
I ain't tryin' to go parole
Dig dat
So bitch don't try me ho
Dig dat
If you do I'ma cut ya throat
Dig dat
 
(Verse Two)
Talkin' smart to a pimp you done broke the first rule
I'ma come on your job I'ma act a damn fool
When ya boss walk in I'ma play it off cool
If he step in our biz I'ma slap his ass too
All that loud talkin ho need to gon' settle down
'Fore you friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground
I got love for ya purse meaning that I love you
Married to this cheese first and I'm screamin' I do
No money for a mack mean drama for a ho
Paramedics toting you through the trauma center do'
Busted lips broken leg but I got my bank roll
Tried to put a struggle up but she got her eye swoll
Buying you Taco Bell but a pimp eating Steak
Corn Bread Collard Greens Chit-a-lings on my plate
Always late for a date and she always trippin'
She can hate my fuckin guts but she lovin' my pimpin'
 
(Chorus)
 
(Verse Three)
Mixin' game with some 'yak is a deadly potion
If I hit it from the back bitch I want devotion
In ya pussy strokin'
Ho a pimp is spoken
DOA if you try to play my emotions
I'ma crack a ho's dome I ain't broke the damn law
Loan a nigga my phone so I broke the bitches jaw
You done quit ya damn job and you need to start hoin'
Boostin clothes playin tricks cause a pimp ain't goin
In the club shakin ass that can bring plenty cash
But ya get mo' loot with a VIP pass
Say ya ass got robbed when ya shoulda got a hundred
Now you get the fuck up out of here go and get my money
You dummy tryin' to pop phoning me a get ya killed
Bitch I ain't the chargee I'ma charge you for real
So don't get it twisted I'm the pimp you the bitch
Either bring the loot quick or you get ya throat slit
 
I'ma Gorilla on the hoes...
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Project Pat - If You Ain't From My Hood Lyrics

Project Pat - If You Ain't From My Hood Video

CHORUS
If you ain't from my hood you can get from round here (X4)
 
I don't know them niggas (X2)
I don't fuck with them niggas
I don't know them hoes
I don't fuck with them hoes
 
(Project Pat)
I know this sucka from the suburbs
Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts
Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with anotha gal now don't be scared
Man you might as well throw in your towel youse a fake thug
Face to face I shoot you in your mouth
Cuz ain't no love say you from the north memphis ten but I doubt that
Stick ya'lls noze in others folks affairs we ain't bout that
Weak motherfucker wanna stare when you see me
Couldn't wait to snitch punk
Bitch you wanna be me
Gotta pay some dues but my shoes to big for ya
Don't be out here trying to claim my hood I don't know ya
Turn state niggas ask if you was a roller
Police ass nigga watch your mouth I done told ya
Weak ass boy
 
CHORUS
 
Still out to get paid down for lucha leray
Fuck all the bullshit and he say she say
Those who oppose me shall get no leway
Lying on real niggas end up in gun play
Punk mutherfucker you gonna hear this and feel me
Smile in my face really wanna kill me
Thats if you had heart to pull the trigga
Catcha murda charge I don't think so my nigga
Weak ass hoes play games like they killas
Always runnin mouth braggin on they niggas
? did and I did not have no dough
No fresh clothes cuz a playa was real poor
I was locked up 2 to 1 wearing bo bo's
Playin dominos shooting dice big ol afros
Now I'm on the town and I'm layin the smack down
Nigga I ain't you best to check my background
 
CHORUS
 
(DJ Paul)
Man I'm tired of playing with cha boyz
Think its time I kill you boyz
Wanna run and grab them toys
Fuckin round with real McCoys
Coward boys that bring the noise
Rollin' round in SUV's, DVD's
Man fuck some 20's I'm lo key
Lookin for y'all cowards cuz y'all talking out the side of your mouth
Knowin that the Triple 6 is one of the hardest rappers out
DJ Paul and Juicy J, best producers in the town
I've been got the crown those that ain't down get run down
 
(Juicy J)
Man if one of you bitches wanna step up to the juice
Talking bout that nigga wrong talkin bout what cha gonna do
Man its on if you rappers wanna bring it to the door
To you crosses in my click i'm treat you like a hoe
I'm a tell you like this if you talkin in my face
You gonna start a major war be prepared to hit the floor
Everytime you see me coming you be speakin like we cool
Ain't your motherfucking nigga and ain't no motherfucking fool
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Project Pat - Whole Lotta Weed Lyrics

Project Pat - Whole Lotta Weed Video

Chorus 2x
Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed)
Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need)
This 9mm (will make you bleed)
I advise you niggaz (dont fuck wit me)
 
(Project Pat)
Real playaz like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throata
Bend ova let me poke her
Rolla up some more dopa
Dont take me fo a joka
Hollows will make ya croaka
My hands around your throata
Grip grip tight and choke her
Hate hate me fo no reason
Beat beat yo like a blea
Pumpkin head whatchu getta
It must be killin season
For some droppas and suckas
Coward ass mothufuckas
Poppin off that cappa
Could get chu killed like othas
Maybe its not yo time
Maybe it could be mine
Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine
Forty-Fo and my side
Hatas up in south
Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body
But thats if im a gonna
When i smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitcha
Tryin to man get richa
The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha
 
Chorus 2x
Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed)
Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need)
This 9mm (will make you bleed)
I advise you niggaz (dont fuck wit me)
 
Stay down about cho gama
Fama i never claima
I mug ya in ya facea
For those who are a stranga
Strange couse i do not knowa
Chip chip on yo shoulda
Im knockin out yo teeths
Hits hard just like a boulda
Im creepin in the Nova
So what i'm in codopa
A nigga done got boulda
His life is gon be ova
Grey tape with clip bananna
I kidnap i can handle
He came to me with Anna
He should of mind his manners
I hit him with the tecca
Damn near tore off his necka
He prayin im gon squosh him
He shoulda prayed to Mecca
You hataz like to tick me
Squeeze triggaz till im empty
This weed turned me out
I damn near let it hit me
Smokin nothin but that fire
(Damn that was my last line dog)
Nigga you's a lia
So you tryin to screw me
I told you not to do me
Im drinkin on that brewsky
This shit is goin threw me
 
Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta..........
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
 
Out the pen
One more gian
Is yo dog stackin ens
Makin cheese fuckin hoes
Knockin ducks off they toes
Up the nose
Goes the white
Pimpin hoes take a flight
Like a kite like a plane
My nigga im the man
Mista dont take no shit
Mista well take yo bitch
Ten toes bout to biz
Cowards cant handle these
Scandle these pair north
Bout to bust on my boys
Check niggaz fo they grip
Pistols swing busted lip
Busted chops thats yo ass
Punk bitch wheres the cash
Money green chedder cheese
All bitches hit they knees
Serve em up ready to rock
Disturbute them on da check
Always keep a mere glock
Place it up to your back
Fat sacks your smokin on
Mack man wit a tone
P-A-T bout the lout
Ridin by then i shoot
Whos to say cheefin hay
Hustlin to get pay
Round the clock
Round the way
Gettin mines every day
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