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project pat - cheese and dope lyrics

(project pat)
out here slanging on this blade praying that i don’t get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
cutting ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
n-gg-‘s stick me for a bag, i’ma shoot ’em in his -ss
i’ma show ’em who the boss, when you n-gg-z gonna learn
when you cross in this game, then yo -ss will get burned
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 sh-t, 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 n-gg-z 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 c-ke
ain’t no credit give mang you could get from round here
n-gg-s robbing, n-gg-s banging n-gg-s slangin’ down here

(chorus)
i got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of f-cking dope
i got peeeeeas, c-ke, and some killaz at da doo’
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to f-ck wit yo boy

(project pat)
quarter bird, what’s the word? for 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 sh-t
you done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a f-ckin jaws
n-gg- boy, he ain’t know, cus da street never minds
walk right up on yo -ss, shoot you, right between the eyes,
you be stinkin’ wit the flies
walking around on chrome, wit yo b-tch, smokin’ dro
f-cking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
she be sucking on ma d-ck, 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 n-gg-z that i fade

(chorus 2x)
i got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of f-cking dope
i got peeeeeas, c-ke, and some killaz at da doo’
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to f-ck wit yo boy

you could duck from the tech, out da escalade
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
n-gg-z 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 -ss h-ll, 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 b-tch, just as same as a n-gg- too
if you trusting hoes in this game, you’se a dammn fool.

(chorus till end)
i got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of f-cking dope
i got peeeeeas, c-ke, and some killaz at da doo’
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to f-ck wit yo boy

- project pat lyrics

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