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Project Pat - Slangin' Rocks lyrics
Chorus: Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block (Repeat 2x) Project Pat: Day and night, night and day Nigga gotta get some pay Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock Chiefin Hay Anyway that I can My nigga you understand? Gotta bring twenty strong Before I can serve your jaws Double up, man what's up? Got the pot, rock it up Mixed it in some B-12's Now my shit done blown up! Shake the ball, round the chop Til the ball get real hard Cut me down some twenties Then I'm standin out in the yard Junkies coming back and forth One tried to run off with dope Caught him round the corner And I shot the maggot in the throat Don't be playin with my cheese All I get is 2-0-Z's One day I'm gone be the fucking man Out here slangin keys Until then, I'm the nigga runnin from the undercover Narcotic boys jumpin fences tryna catch a brother Happy things is all I hear But I'm stayin bout my hog One day I'll be pushin Lex But today it's Cutlass dog! (Repeat Chorus 2x) Gangsta Boo: Slangin rocks all good with me Downest bitch that would be me I be on your side like hip-bone And nigga you will see That your misses-lady, your baby Will cover up what you didn't You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy I ain't bullshittin! So send me out on a mission We can take they position We got that china, canary-yellow We on all you bitches So come on down You're the next contestant on my dope list I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that i rode in this bitch And we bout our paper, we shuttin your block down We takin full charge Can't nothin be done, til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all" I'm from the south So what you mean, you ain't heard about? All them birds that's flyin south That's flyin straight into your mama's house Don't be sayin you got the clout Cause we all know who really runnin thangs All you bustas must behave Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same I hope you are feeling that I'm lovin it If you liking it If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-WOOHHH! Repeat chorus to end |
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