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Project Pat lyrics Cheese And Dope lyrics [Project Pat] I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz couldn't 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 hurt 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] You heard word what's the word but 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] You could duck from the tech, on da scaldae 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] Other Project Pat lyrics: Chickenheads lyrics Whole Lotta Weed lyrics Don't Save Her lyrics If You Ain't From My Hood lyrics Gorilla Pimp lyrics So High lyrics We Can Get Gangsta lyrics Ski Mask lyrics Life We Live lyrics Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Hoes lyrics Ooh Nuthin' lyrics We Ain't Scared Ho lyrics Aggravated Robbery lyrics North North lyrics Fuckin' With The Best lyrics Bitch Smackin Killa lyrics Red Rum lyrics Fuck A Bitch lyrics Easily Executed lyrics North Memphis lyrics Represent It lyrics Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics You Know The Biss lyrics Ballers lyrics Run A Train lyrics Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho lyrics Up There lyrics Rinky Dink II / We're Gonna Rumble lyrics Choppers lyrics Gold Shine lyrics Ghetty Green lyrics Sucks On Dick lyrics Shake That Ass lyrics Slangin' Rocks lyrics 528-Cash lyrics Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix lyrics |