[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 ^!$$%z (don't $#&@ 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 $$# mothu$#&@as
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 !@!@&&
Project Pat in this (*##$a
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 ^!$$% 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)
^!$$% you's a lia
So you tryin to screw me

I told you not to do me
Im drinkin on that brewsky
This %#@! 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 $#&@in hoes
Knockin ducks off they toes

Up the nose
Goes the white
Pimpin hoes take a flight
Like a kite like a plane
My ^!$$% im the man

Mista dont take no %#@!
Mista well take yo (*##$
Ten toes bout to bes
Cowards cant handle these
Scandle these ? north

Bout to bust on my boys
Check ^!$$%z fo they grip
Pistols ? busted lip
Busted chops thats yo $$#
Punk (*##$ wheres the cash

Money green chedder cheese
All (*##$es 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