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Project Pat

Diskusija u 'Strani Tekst. Pesama' započeta od fox69, 02.03.2018.

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    "Make A Sell"

    "Make A Sell"


    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale

    It slipped in the back of my mind
    Thinkin bout that penentiary, bout that time
    Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug
    The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs
    Living like a fiend, wakin up in the crack house
    Drinkin malt liquor in the hood til we blacked out
    My stash came up missing, felt like I crapped out
    She might be my auntie, but she still gon' get slapped out
    It's bad times when the family members are cracked out
    But if they have friends, then I'ma pull them packs out
    I'm on that green leaf, full of that kickstand
    But please believe me, I'm tryin'a be a better man

    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale

    Green brow, Project, summer me and gangsta Fred
    Sackin dough, countin bread til our fingers bled
    Gangsta kept the pounds of good, Tony sold the raw
    One night narcotics jumped out on us, almost burnt the law
    Thought the law was the robbers, come to take our pockets
    Call us NASA, cause we shoot them Ninas just like rockets
    I'm past first class street, I'm in the cockpit
    Silver Bentley, next week might have to cop it
    These hoes tryin to flag me down, they need to stop it
    Asked for their numbers back in the days, wouldn't drop it
    Now they see these icy bottles match these icy chains
    From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang

    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
    I remember nights, when there were no lights
    And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
    Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
    Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
     
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    "Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)"

    "Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)"


    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
    Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
    If you is the baddest booty the phatest
    Let me hear you holla out I yi yi
    [verse 1]
    Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
    hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
    bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
    the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
    yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
    my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
    assume the position mug in the pillow
    hand on the head bow best not to let go
    hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
    I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
    a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
    now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
    you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
    lets gone get a room get high and get naked
    you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
    tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy
    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    [verse 2]
    Its gold mouth stackin dollars
    where yo sista at cuz she swallors
    big juicy fat I must hollars
    see you in yo pants I may foll'her
    wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
    freaky yung broads that luv ballers
    hesitate to talk nigga stallers
    you can let the steam out yo collar
    luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
    ja-cu-zie livin room showers
    nipples on hard some big knockers
    eyes got bigga than blue blockers
    coochie real tight like school lockers
    treat a lame dude like a true socka
    most gonna pay cuz they luv her
    dog anyway I will knock her
    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    [verse 3]
    There she go there she go with them g's and strings
    my nigga dont you know she will do some things
    droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
    poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
    never shame in her game its just like a bitch
    she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
    it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
    got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
    that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
    thick like a rhino can do a splittin
    you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
    hit the right spot and cum start drippin
    a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
    you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
    wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky
    you try kissin me and you needin a cert'n
    [Chorus]
     
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    "Makin' Plays"

    "Makin' Plays"


    Yeah nigga, yeah nigga...

    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays

    Flippin' pack after packs
    Sellin' wax, sellin' fracks
    Out here squares here and there
    Dawg like Jumping Jack
    Plenty stacks, plenty bands
    J smokin' cola gas
    Smokin' on some shit have you higher than a marsian
    Transformers, Megatronic stitchin' like a [?]
    How can a fucking boss bow down like a [?]
    Let it slide, let it live
    Project ain't got shit to give
    Bust some motherfucking bullets hope he don't stay with his kid
    [?] stacks in my pocket on my cashin'
    Steppin' down on all these niggas
    So they can't make shit
    Smilin' in my face, but I'm knowing that's that fake shit
    Chopper like a moguls killing all that snake shit

    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
    I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays

    [?] bout 7 pounds of midget
    When I get it, it is gone on sell
    Hustlin' motherfucker
    ...
     
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    "Mane Wattt"
    (feat. Young Dolph)

    "Mane Wattt"
    (feat. Young Dolph)



    This ain't the proper listening material for you nigga

    Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
    Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
    Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
    And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
    Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
    Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
    Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
    Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide

    Get yo head twisted off like a baler cap
    Phony smile, fake look I don't want none of that
    Chopper is the lawn mower, cutting stakes to the grass
    We don't shoot now warning shots we put bullets in yo ass
    Yeah I knew your cousin had relationships in the past
    Yeah but just the past cause today you ain't get no past
    Nigga say I'm acting funny bitch ass nigga I'm acting rich
    Bout to get you some money sit sat nigga I ain't no deal
    Talking bout it, smoke about
    Fake ass nigga you out here flaws
    That's the reason why you off and I'm on
    Do what the fuck I wanna do, bitch I'm grown

    Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
    Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
    Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
    And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
    Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
    Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
    Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
    Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide

    50 piece for the 50 man I doubled up
    I don't say shots for the records
    When I say shots you better duck
    Shorty said why you so serious?
    Cause bitch I don't play
    Getting in on with mister I don't play south
    I'm mister king Pin dropping back in a no no
    Crack a niggas jaw dropping hoes into one
    How that biz now I pull up
    Dropping that bitch knocked down her wall
    Took a trip to go and see her might put her up her game
    Got this set, Mane watt
    Smoking strong, sip and toss

    Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
    Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
    Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
    And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
    Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
    Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
    Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
    Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide
     
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    "Married To The Game"

    "Married To The Game"


    [Intro:]
    You know, I'm really sick of this shit
    Ever since I hooked up with you I've been on my business
    I think we need to go and jump this bro, you know what I'm talkin bout?
    To the green, you see it?

    [Verse 1:]
    I wake up every morning, thank God for the hustle
    Like Barack and Michelle this a presidential hustle
    Plus I'm married to the hustle, every day like 100 move
    Counterfeit leach, strip club, call me tycoon
    Love her like my kids, ain't a think come between us
    She's the love of my life, without a dollar, perfect wife
    Treat her good, she treat me good, celebrate every night
    I keep her on my mind, on the hustle, on my grind
    She a blow a nigga mind like a shot of pure caine
    I done had plenty pussy but this bitch ain't the same
    You go ran up in my spot, tryna one out with my chain
    Hot sensation in yo head, that's a bullet in yo brain
    I'd kill for this bitch

    [Interlude:]
    I'm just sayin I mean
    Motherfucker fuck with you
    Then that's fuckin with me
    You know what I'm sayin?
    So... I mean... this shit til death do us part
    I mean real talk
    I don't see no way out this shit
    It's us

    [Verse 2:]
    It was love at first sight when my homie hooked us up
    My girl stay in the street but she far from the slugs
    She be cookin in the kitchen, you could smell her through the vent
    Our love so unconditional she pay my mama rent
    Lord knows that I love her, street blessing heaven sent
    She'll crush when I broke you other hoes irrelevant
    Everything a nigga got she broke her back to help me get
    Let me see the bigger picture, fuck you niggas let's get riches
    She got a diarrhea swag, baby keep me on my shit
    Remedy and my medicine, what my pockets see
    If you playin with my money then you playin with my bitch
    I don't fight over hoes but I'd kill for this bitch

    [Outro:]
    You know, I'd fight a war
    But the thing is, you know
    If a nigga fuckin with you they fuckin with me
    You know what I'm sayin?
    I mean we won
    I mean you the one got me on
    A motherfuck put they hands on you
    They fuck with us
    I mean I'm really gone all the way up
    I mean cause, I think we runnin round here fucked up
    I mean you got my nigga ridin in motherfuckin Phantoms and shit
    Lamborghinis and shit
    Mercedes Benz
    Fuck I look like going back to old school?
    You know I'm talkin bout?
     
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    "Mask Up"

    "Mask Up"


    If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
    Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
    If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
    Mask up and take it

    If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
    Heard he been ballin so hard, and caught him flakin
    Hit his ass wit that pistol, turn that boy into a patient
    Totin' pistols daily, if they ain't got it; I'ma mask up
    Jump out on your block in that motherfuckin Ram truck
    Ask him where tha's at, his reply was no answer
    Ask his ass again, his reply; Still no answer
    Shoot him in his leg, then I told his ass to stand up
    Brought me to the stash, bruh I heard you runnin bands up
    And you got that gas too, let me get them grammed up
    You don't get no damn love
    You ain't from my damn hood

    If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
    Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
    If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
    Mask up and take it

    I get some straightening bout my muhfuckin money
    Styrofoam full of surp, my shit runny
    If you got it; I ain't got it, then I want it
    Run up on your ass with that thang, come up off it
    Take a nigga jewelry, then I beat it like an auction
    Shoot his ass down with that fourty, so keep talking
    Niggas be flexed up in my city, like they the only niggas strapped up with a weapon in my city
    Not to mention niggas get set up from these fuckin bitches, you know these niggas snitches (Rats)
    But you still gon fuck wit it?
    That's like the blind lead the blind (For real)
    You need to give me what you owe me though, before I'm kickin in yo door

    If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
    Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
    If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Mask up and take it
    Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
    I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
    Mask up and take it
     
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    "MF U Niggas"

    "MF U Niggas"


    I grew up on the [?] projects
    Nigga throw your gangsign, nigga where ya mob at
    Disrespect we gon' smash your face like a car wreck
    Nigga learned violence and learned to compile a pyrex
    As a school boy I was always skipping class
    [?] smokin' out the glass
    Name brand shoes and some pants on my ass
    Had a good momma, that stayed on my ass
    And I thank god for my family
    Not too many presents under the tree, but we family
    Poverty made us have unity
    Lil cous used to hang with me and got shot down in the street
    Niggas they have love for me couldn't tell
    We pullem in the ground now none of you niggas where there
    And I still I see you niggas
    And it's still fuck you niggas
    [Hook:]
    I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
    I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
    The lord say forgive ya, but I ain't fucking witcha
    I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
    It's still motherfuck you niggas
    I keep my hand on the trigger, cause I ain't fucking witcha
    In the club from highschools in my class
    VIP, gold bottles bitches poppin' ass
    Picture with an autograph
    I ain't Andre 3000 but the bitch treated me like a outcast
    But still took the picture and I signed the motherfucker
    I'm a rich nigga not a better motherfucker
    Now I'm riding foreign whips, domestic bitches wanna roll
    Slammin' pussy holes like basketball
    But I do not never trust you bitches
    Keep my mind focused stay in on my riches
    And my hand on the trigger
    Cause it's still fuck you niggas
    [Hook]
    I used to hang with this nigga more than my blood brother
    [?] like we had the same mother
    Undercover this nigga worser than the devil
    Prosecutor tried to bury me this nigga, he the shovel
    Sittin' on a witness stand dawg, they don't understand
    Tryna help these people take my license 'posed to be my man
    Got out the cail and came up
    Heard you and your mama moved
    Cause you [?] bra
    I would never lay a hand on you
    You was my motherfucking nigga
    You was my motherfucking nigga
    I used to wanna kill ya, but nigga I forgive ya
    You wasn't strong like me nigga
    You wasn't built like me nigga
    The lord say forgive ya, but I ain't fucking witcha
    [Hook]
     
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    "Mollies"

    "Mollies"


    [Intro:]
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Watch em fizz on up
    Watch em fizz on up

    [Hook:]
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up

    [Verse 1:]
    I just popped my third cancer and I booked my forth blunt
    Another fill of Siroc, ratchet hoes what we want
    Throw some moly in the drank, watch it fizz to the top
    Freaky red in my passenger, she suckin non-stop
    Drop the mollies in them dranks, we bout to get fucked up
    Quarter pound of that strong, we gon keep rollin up
    Trippy Cali swag, got them cookies baked up
    I ain't thinkin bout no sleep, mollies make you wake up
    She's so hot, she's so wet, mind soarin like a jet
    I must get cause she take, let me love that I'm face
    We ain't tryna come down, pop another get right
    Getting rockstar high, we gon party all night

    [Hook:]
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up

    [Verse 2:]
    It's gon be a long night, hit er with some long pipe
    She don't want no one for house, I fell molly all night
    In the club poppin bollies, Rose mix with some mollies
    Got a K Michelle ass and a face like Holly
    They ain't lookin for the soap, they just lookin for the moly
    Say she lookin for the strong but she really want the moly
    Pop the mollies in her drink now this feel real holly
    We go hard with the drugs, rest in peace Chris Farley
    Pop the moly and her friend, drink now both bitches horny
    Let em eat each other out, I'm just high off this money
    Mollies fizzing in them drinks, watch em snort that Mitt Romney
    Pop them mollies in the drinks, leavin they nose lil runny

    [Hook:]
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks
    Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
     
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    "Money"
    (feat. Juicy J)

    "Money"
    (feat. Juicy J)



    [Project Pat:]
    Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
    Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for
    Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
    I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some
    [x2]

    Only thing I know is get money, I got to have that
    Quick to put that chopper in your life, bitch where that bread at
    I don't want to rob, but I promise you that I will though
    Imma do whatever I got to to pay these bills ho
    These niggas say I'm rapping, but I could be trapping
    A round of applause the way these nines get to clapping
    A lot of y'all broads pillow talking with these bros
    And telling all your business, pussy nigga naw
    I never tell my business to a ratchet ho
    Oh nut gobbling slutty bitch, all she want is blow
    And money's everything, got my ride sitting clean
    Boy if you ain't seen a half a million you ain't seen shit

    Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
    Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for
    Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
    I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some
    [x2]

    [Juicy J:]
    Who, walk in the bank!?
    Who, open the safe!?
    Who, I don't have account
    Who, my shit in the safe!? Passcode, bombproof
    Ebola-proof, New York Times want a photo shoot?
    Double XL want to write reviews?
    Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters, fuck would I do? I did it
    I had to get it, you won't see my goons, got a thousand midgets
    With text on 'em, I send a text to 'em, to hide in your crib and send a text back
    They put rattle snakes in your baby's crib, Bushwick Bill, the ugliest niggas
    That kill, I'm laughing, I'm counting my money with cheers, burrr, you niggas is her's
    Bitch made, C section with a switch blade, stupid
    I go buy Rav', you talking sideways? I'm parking that bitch, in your baby driveway
    How do I do it, that's how I stunt on a hater, fuck would I do else?
    Fuck what I knew, fuck what I do, if I ain't doing Juicy J to the fullest?
    That Juicy J carrying metric tons, since I was thirteen, watching Pat in the coke game
    'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (Mafia!), fifty-million dollars in the basement (Mafia!)
    I buy your connect on an iMessage, bitch don't flood my emails
    Juicy J, I never fly alone, my weed got frequent, flier mileage
    (Money!)
     
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    "Motivated"
    (feat. Will Wesson)

    "Motivated"
    (feat. Will Wesson)



    [Intro - Project Pat]
    Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real
    Ya know I'm sayin, I'ma put it to ya like this right here, man
    The truth shall survive, ya know I'm sayin
    It's like this right here, man
    I mean, you hatin out here man
    But'chu needa get up on ya somethin, ya know I'm sayin
    I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know
    And to all real guys out here man, thats handlin ya business
    All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America
    All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I'm sayin
    And you shall shine, ya know I'm sayin?
    Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame
    [Hook - Project Pat]
    Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
    Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
    [DJ Paul]
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    [Project Pat]
    Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
    Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
    [DJ Paul]
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    Hater, hate on, hate on
    [Verse 1 - Project Pat]
    Here I goes on my hustle playin
    Niggas know that I stay
    Down on this money man, this is do or die
    Hater's mouths be runnin
    But the bills still comin
    Either you gon' lay it down
    Or you get up on ya somethin
    Bein broke is a joke
    Very hazardous to health
    I don't sell no dope
    Playa, dope sell it's self
    Gotta floss in my wealth
    If ya got it, then show it
    Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'ma blow it
    Petrone, I'ma pour it
    Purp, I'ma roll it
    Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin
    Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee
    Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey
    [Hook]
    [Project Pat]
    Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets
    Who don't know what'cha doin
    [Verse 2 - Project Pat]
    Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs
    Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood
    You can say that'cha life could end in a flash
    Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass
    I ain't goin back to jail, when it's on then I shoot
    Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body-suit
    Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket
    Full of Holy water, dead in a casket
    I'm a basket, of a case
    Either them, either me
    Dyin all that older
    If you go, so it be
    See these niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin
    Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurr
    And I gotta stay
    [Hook]
    I'm motivated by the haters
    I'm motivated by the haters
    I'm motivated by the haters
    I'm motivated by the haters
    I'm motivated by the haters
    I'm motivated by the haters
     

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