Project Pat

[fox69]

"High Off The Ground"

"High Off The Ground"


[Intro - DJ Paul]
Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... Project Pat... we
just want y'all to dance wit' us man y'all know what it is...
It's goin' down

[Bridge - DJ Paul]
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it, from the back wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat!

[Chorus - DJ Paul]
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)

[Verse 1]
I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey, ridin' in my Im-pala
When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make, dogs holler
7-6, Cut-a-lass, clean like the clap dock
Eyes gon' swell, to the max, when you see these screens drop
Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big, like the rangs
Put 'em on, any girl, say, we can do some thangs
Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin', sideways
Haters look, had a frown, pullin' out the driveways
I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies, countin' money
Old school, twenty-fo's, wit' the Lamborghini doors
Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come, wit' no static
If you got a problem wit' it, talk, to that automatic

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Fresh up out the paint shop, wetter than a rain drop
I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin', real hard
A nigga still mob, niggaz out here still rob
That's why I keep my killers close, wit' that thang cocked
I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top
It's so much wood in my ride, they call me tree top
Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I tell ya what I'm in
A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims
Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake
I'm ridin' through the hood mayne it make the earth shake
You average rim riders, y'all can gon', hit the benches
I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down and add some mo' inches

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
See the streets packin' heat, wit' these young killers and 'caine heads
Blow snorters that drain lead, wet smokers who brain dead
Gun toters who pop cone, ride Caddy and slang stone
Get paper and ride chrome, pull capers invade homes
Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es
Hard for us to quit, 'cause dope sellin' addictive
Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty
Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts, peanut butter
Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride, in the wind
Out here stuntin', actin' bad 'cause I'm fresh, out the pen
Niggaz blowin' on that kush weed, that's that good weed
Frosty hairs on that green green and wit' no seeds

[Chorus]

[Bridge - DJ Paul x2]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Hollywood Bay Bay Ambassador Interlude 1"

"Hollywood Bay Bay Ambassador Interlude 1"


Wad up dog
It's the big hummy baby on the check in
We back around from one more go round
Fuck Nigga
Street God, Volume 1
Hey Scream, You ready Nigga
We got to bless the streets Nigga
Brought to you in part by Real Niggas incorporated
Salute to my Nigga!

 

[fox69]

"Hollywood Bay Bay Ambassador Interlude 2"

"Hollywood Bay Bay Ambassador Interlude 2"


You know what I tell Niggas
Get your money up
Money don't change us
We been famous
It's the principalities of this shit, Nigga
Street God, Volume 1
Ten toes deep in this shit
We in these streets, like concrete
We are the streets
Baby the ambassador, partner
Bbbrbrrbrbr!

 

[fox69]

"How It Goes In This Gutta"

"How It Goes In This Gutta"


[Chorus]
How it goes in this gutta, how it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta, how it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta, how it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya tryin' to getcha butta
How it goes in this gutta, how it goes in this gutta
It can all end while ya tryin' to getcha butta

[Verse 1]
So this is how it ends? Hype standin' o-ver my carcass
Snatchin' up my dope, runnin' off, in-to the darkness
Hyde Park, niggaz, Hollywood, killin' for war just
Dope bein' sold, out the back, do' of them porches
Told my lil nigga leave the paint, off of the Caddy
Carjacked and killed, his lil' girl, left wit' no daddy
Ten years later daddy's death, still ???
The saw was bein' drought, momentarily buy marijuana
Rock, after rock is bein' slung, daughters are hungry
Mama's debit card is zero, I got the moment
Trappin' in this trap, coldhearted guns that'll kill ya
Smith & Wessun hollow tips, mayne that'll drill ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Standin' in the door-way, hand on the throw-way
Some niggaz ride by, I spy, lookin' my way
Shady looks don't make sense, so I got on de-fense
Mossberg cocked mayne turn yo' flesh to meat mince
Poppin' off, at the first sign of some static
Gotta keep it safe for the dope, and the addicts
We swangin' these boat loads, dodgin' the po'-po's
Duckin' time on this crime, mission out a boat load
Don't know, if we have to blast or get blasted
K bullet blow ya skull off, it was drastic
You niggaz don't, really want beef, you can sang it
The real question is cow-ard, will ya brang it?

[Chorus]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Goin' Back To Jail"

"I Ain't Goin' Back To Jail"


[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]
I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't goin' back to jail
I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail
I got mo' pussy to swell, and mo' dreams to tell

[Verse 1]
A North Memphis monster, targetin' the cheddar
Ain't no anna on my chest, it ain't no blood on my sweater
Better beware the stares of them youngsters watchin'
Bullets do fly through air when them guns p-poppin'
Pistol swang to ya mouth, then the blood is gushin'
Out'cha dome, home invaded 'cause of dope you pushin'
Leather seats in the Chevy thang, ridin' the, slab
Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave
Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets when, loaded in the nine
Crime done, on a daily pay attention to this here
I ain't goin' back to jail and that's what these suckers fear

[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]

[Verse 2]
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall but the money piles
Niggaz know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street, credibility, young niggaz crownin' me
Put, pistols in faces of suckers out here doubtin' me
Broads, they is houndin' me, still I'm in demand
I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
From the throw aways, from the glocks and K's
Wit' the same clothes on, bleed the block for days
Cross killers in these streets, bullets will spray
Innocent bystander can catch a stray ya dig?

[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Payem Shit"

"I Ain't Payem Shit"


All that yapping and that talking pussy, go and get you gun
Cuz Project Pat staying heated up like the sun
Could have got your lil money started running your tongue
When you see me nigga pull your gun I ain't the one
We grew up like brothers, granny house playing lego
But I'm Michael Corleone and you a rat like Fredo
I'm a tiger shark boy you a fucking guppy
An OG pitbull you a fucking puppy
I'm all about them Benjamin's like Ice Cube
My goons jump you like a chicken put you on YouTube
Cuz you ain't gon' do shit but gon' run your lip-a
I'ma tell you like this I ain't paying shit-a

[Hook:]
I ain't payin' him shit [x4]
I know I owe this nigga money
I ain't payin' him shit
I know I owe this nigga money
I ain't payin' him shit

In the streets niggas cross like a intersection
Choppa bullets on yo ass up like C section
When them robbers hit yo pockets up like a recession
Come up on anything out here a street missing
Niggas say what they gon' do, that's baloney
I'm out here buying George blowing loud with the homies
Cuz I ain't gotta talk myself in to retaliation
Cuz they should have but the [?]
Like a dick in the junkie bitches mouth
Sprinkle they pockets and like babies they gon' pow
I ain't sleeping on em .45 move the crowd
Extendo clip on and whip still blowing loud

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Seen Shit"

"I Ain't Seen Shit"


[Intro:]
This is a DJ Scream public service announcement
It's 20-13
No more tolerance for snitches
No more tolerance for bitch ass niggas
No tolerance for fuck niggas, you understand?

[Verse 1:]
Nigga get go snitching, your ass in the ditch
Ain't nobody straight, a nigga or bitch
I don't trust nobody when it come to wiff
You do your shit alone, cause you won't tell on self
Let me take that back, it's some damn fools out
Hear the police shoot they ass like a puppeteer
Niggas getting caught with bricks and free back on the bricks
You tellin ass niggas, I can see straight through that shit
Go to jail nigga get his ass slice to piece
That's why you rattin ass niggas checking pc
Niggas know the consequences of this drug dealin
You can have a long run if you ain't squeelin

[Hook:]
Cali is where I get my green from
Cake city is where I get my lean from
Miami is where I get the beans from
And if you get caught, I don't know where they came from
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
The number one rule in this game: don't snitch

[Verse 2:]
Ran to the cilian, like I move kilograms
Laugh at you lames like, I done smoke some helium
Have to hustle for my bread, means I have to make it
Try to pay me and you owe me mask up and take it
Death before dishonor, so your honor I can't tell you shit
Just another ghetto nigga out here tryin to get rich
For Memphis 10 but the drugs flow like the Mississippi
We poppin eggs, pills and molly, let's say we trippy
It's indie clippy on the 9 means extra bullets
Off in your ass try to rob and I'm a pull it
Trick exposed, body froze, ain't no soul inside em
You in the morgue, tag on toes them pistols, I hide em

[Hook:]
Cali is where I get my green from
Cake city is where I get my lean from
Miami is where I get the beans from
And if you get caught, I don't know where they came from
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
I ain't seen shit and I don't know shit
The number one rule in this game: don't snitch

[Outro:]
And there it is my niggas
Cheez N Dope
Project Pat
DJ Scream nigga
My album Long Live the Hustle coming soon
Street music at it's finest
Til the next go around
Salute to the motherfuckin streets nigga

 

[fox69]

"I Aint Lying"

"I Aint Lying"


Man, I'm peepin' out the blinds
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Just got out from doin' time
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Know these niggas droppin' dimes
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Cain't no sucka block my shine
Man I'm heavy with the grind
Man, I'm peepin' out the blinds
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Just got out from doin' time
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Know these niggas droppin' dimes
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Cain't no sucka block my shine
Man I'm heavy with the grind
You out your rabbit ass mind
If you think I ain't ballin
Long money bitch
Keep it flippin like dolphins
I'm a get this bread
Till they put me in a coffin
If it's money callin
I answer, no stallin
Niggas hate to see you gettin love when you fallin
But I ain't gon de-scuss that
Where they bucks at?
Errbody wanna join ya team
Never trust that
Muhfuckers green
Cross the team
We gon' bust back
Eenie meenie miney mo
I be stackin plenty dough
Whippin up around the clock
Bitch, shop never closed
By any means... necessaray
Got so many customers
I need a secretaray
Man, I'm peepin' out the blinds
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Just got out from doin time
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Know these niggas droppin dimes
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Cain't no sucka block my shine
Man I'm heavy with the grind
Man, I'm peepin' out the blinds
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Just got out from doin time
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Know these niggas droppin dimes
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Cain't no sucka block my shine
Man I'm heavy with the grind
See niggas change like the seasons
Change for no reasons
Change when it got rough
Change when it easy
Niggas like campaign
Bring your campaign
Pop your 40 Glock
Like a bott-le of Champagne
Nah dog, I ain't lookin in the rear view
20-20 vision, I'm just lookin at the real view
How can niggas feel you
If they don't know the real you
Actin' like somethin that
You know I could get you killed fool
My patience and my temper short
But my money long
Niggas think I got the plug
Hit me on my burner phone
Me and pussy ass niggas do not get along
And broke niggas always ask, can they get a loan?
Bitch, you can get along
(Little doggy)
Choppa bullets blow your legs off
You feelin Froggy
Watch me like Netflix
Put you on a paus-y
You must got a death wish
Coughs to my fawty
Man, he can talk to my muhfucking gun, my nigga
Real shit
I ain't lyin', I'll put some bread on a nigga head
Cause man, I know you niggas is racks
You niggas is starvin real niggas
And when real niggas try to finish it
Then y'all wanna go run tell the police
You know how niggas you do
Yeah
Yeah, if I don't kill a nigga...
If you don't kill the nigga
He gon' try to finger you out
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a keep this shit real, man
You know, I'm a keep this shit real

 

[fox69]

"I Keep That"

"I Keep That"


[Chorus x2]
I keep that fie-fie-fie-fie kush
And that wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack
Wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack
Wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack
I keep that fie-fie-fie-fie kush
And that wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack
Wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack
Wh-wh-wh-wh-white sack

[Verse 1]
I'm on the cu-cu-cu-cu-curbin', white I'm out here servin'
Suckers goin' to the feds early 'cause they splurgin'
Kush be the herbin', sold in the urban
Co-mmunity, all the way, to the 'burbs and
Still keep the white girl 'cause she is my hook-ahhh
Bakin' soda, pot, glass jar, I'm the cook-ahhh
Rock it up, mix it up, cut it up, fix it up
Crumble kush weed in the blunt, then we twist it up
Patron in my cup, runneth over, they don't like that
Holla at a, nice rat, big booty and nice rack
Fresh, cars and clothes be the mayne, wit' the white sack
Lookin', for that good, chirp me up I'm chirpin' right back

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
I make the trap boom boom, rollin' hard e'ery night
Hustlers, comin' through, for that green, and that white
You can have it yo' way, just like, Mickey D's
No sidin' in the Bay, 'round here we blow, trees
Money out the wallets, for that good, product
Purple kush, sticky ave goo, what we call it
Project, is a chiefer so we, gon' smoke, the best
Inhale the weed, but the weed, go in, ya chest
Sell coca leaf, but to keep, the pockets fat
Always kept a heater, stay watchin', for a rat
Franchiser, trap house, is what, I do
Comin' to a hood real soon, that's right, near you

[Chorus x2]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"I Like to Smokeaaaa"

"I Like to Smokeaaaa"


[Hook:]
My gal liked that brown
My cousin liked that white
I like to smokeaaa [x2]
My partners sipping lean and pop them pills all night
I like to smokeaaa [x2]
[?] and they love the rocks
I love to smokeaaa [x2]
My uncle loved them young strippers on them molly [?]
I like to smokeaaa [x2]

[?] OG mash
Project Purp put ya on yo ass
You can get a lot of people high and get a lot of cash
Its a paper spend up bone
California in my lungs
Loud smoke like religion
Have you speaking in tongues
Higher than a astronaut
Ready mane butt smash a thot
Skeet some nut on her back
Then I'm skeeting off the lot
A mouse on my cheddar cheesey
But I'm staying high like Weezy
Oweing money mane to Project Peezy
Put you in a squeezy
Riding round blowing gas
Stronger than a junkies fart
[?]
Round my neck diamond Rolex watch
Granddaddy slow anigga down like grand pappy
In the back of the Maybach I done took a nappy

[Hook]

Hit the weed pass the dope
Blunt the lips inhale the smoke
Do this shit bout 4 more times and then yo mind gon' start to blow
Start to blink, start to faint
Like a smoker start tweaking
Bout a couple of hours you gon' want some chips or something sweet
Munchies munchies I'm so hungry
Icy white honey bunnys
Or maybe some Papa John's with some extra pepperoni
Baloney that babbage weed, that's not what we need
You need to be planting that shit it's nothing but seeds
Sometimes I get so high I might forget my name
I'm supposed to catch a train
I got on a plane
Drugs on the plane mane that's federal pen
But I'm still getting it N-G-O-P

[Hook]