{Project Pat}

Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a

Glad to see the truck when I pull up

Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now

Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now

I know that's your baby momma

I know that it hurts some

You know when we get together

I'm gon' let her twurk some

Let her hit the blunt some

No time of the month some

Pull out a condom

Then I make a run some

Freaky as she wanna be

I'ma let her gonna be

She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me

Backseat action riverside relaxin'

Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'

I'ma keep it real wit' cha

I'ma let her deal wit' cha

I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha

All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me

In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me



[Chorus]

I, I choose you baby

Oh I, I choose you baby



(Project Pat)

You fuckin' wit' my lut'

When you lay on yo' child support

She alwayz give me half of that on my car note

Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade

Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid

First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile

I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child

Yeah that's why I know

This is the world that we living in

Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling

Pedalin' in these weed sacks

Nigga give me feedback

I don't need no stems dog

You can get the seeds back

Always been a hustla

That's were shit is diggin'

Do just like I tell her to

And wit' no renigen

Her lips and my brain

We can go a long way

On her arm my name

Got that for her birthda