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 (don't fuck wit me)



[Project Pat]

Real playaz like to smoke a

Stroke a offa in her throata

Bend ova let me poke her

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 ??

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 ??

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]



Stay down about cho gama

Fama i never claima

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

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 ??

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 get

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 bes

Cowards cant handle these

Scandle these ? north

Bout to bust on my boys

Check niggaz fo they grip

Pistols ? 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 ??

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 minds every day