swoop g - projects (feat. keita rock & juice) lyrics
f/ juice, keita rock
(verse 1)
me and keita rock, off to our spot in the pj’s
where our n-gg-s hold rocks… and glocks and ak’s
put our little homies up on game…
give ’em some change
2 months p-ssed, they move 32 whole thangs
keys… og’s, set up shop
and let the bg’s hold the block
and work the spots
and tote them glocks
so you might get shot
them little n-gg-s in the projects be bangin’ a lot
now… don’t you know that you was trippin’ when you came through?
tryin’ to buy your work and wasn’t framed up with no blue?
got jacked, couldn’t react…
don’t get back
left you naked in the parking lot, holdin’ your sack
and that’s… just… how the sh-t go
so don’t be f-ckin’ with them projects on the west coast
yeah… you gotta bad b-tch, huh?
you wanna roll through the projects get your d-ck sucked, and get f-cked?
but you got f-cked in the wrong kind of f-ck-in
wrong color car, n-gg-s saw your car and start bustin’
no questions askin’
just n-gg-s who be mashin’
in watts… they got some real cold -ss-ssins
(chorus – swoop g)
yeah, wilmington arms…
where my n-gg-s got the straps
nickerson gardens…
where my n-gg-s got the sacks
jordan downs…
that’s when my n-gg-s kick it at:
in the projects…
in the projects…
yeah…
i said, wilmington arms…
where my n-gg-s got the gats
nickerson gardens…
that’s where them n-gg-s got the sacks
jordan downs…
that’s when my n-gg-s kick it at:
in the projects…
in the projects…
(verse 2 – juice & swoop g)
pull up to the curb in that fresh, wet tint
yup, they 100 spokes, ghetto fabulous
remmy in my cup
bangin’ my own sh-t
go and get a cup… what up?
(i ain’t seen you in a minute)
on the d-l livin’ it up
(ay, juice…)
what?
(you know what happened to cup?)
(they caught him paper chasin’, he wasn’t givin’ a f-ck)
(you got them sacks on deck?)
yup, you know it…
20’s, 50’s, 100’s, you know the streets, we run it
i’ma get mine
everytime
hold to make a knot
what cha got on the drink?
headed to the store, across the street from the projects
gun play… that sh-t still crack
some get hit and don’t hit back
front-back, side-to-side
3-wheel motion
we floss the most and it’s on
representing the projects
(chorus)
(verse 3 – keita rock)
swoop g, let me put you up on some project sh-t
in southern california, n-gg-s call ’em the bricks
some bang blood… some bang crip
i met a bad -ss, yellow-bone, project b-tch
so you know, like i know
that i’m -ssed-out to the pablo’s
in the blue ford
blue khaks
blue chucks, with the tongue fold
pablo’s ??? from the parkin’ lot
a n-gg- life on the line, for a piece of c-ck
so i grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spot
put it to my side, and hang through the parkin’ lot
little n-gg-s like: “blood, that’s keita rock…
he f-cks with the big home boy stutter-box”
so back the f-ck up, n-gg-
you’re crowdin’ my sp-ce
it’s the n-gg- with that l.a. dodger face
death row blew a flame
piru, 60 gang
and every project that i bang through, respect my name
(chorus)
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