awhile, Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me, Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight, Ok, alright, carry on, Ol'
[juicy j] Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin North memphis pistols totin totin Baby bottles full of cert With that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on
hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 Verse 1: Project Pat Crack kill apple jack but
(Ooh) I say like uh, uh, I say like, uh, uh (Ooh) Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw It be like Pat-B-B-B Pat-B-B-B really raw Come again
diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on
bell of the large colored stucco frame house. when marsha bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the Age in. he had his yellow and green slips
(Pat Green) Found myself in a barroom Doin' things I ought not to Watching my life as it slowly passed me by I was holding on to lovers And disregarding
pills," but she wrinkled her nose, "They make me feel like throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd seen on television
mean, I feel all icky." Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen
niggaz gettin killed Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 [Verse 1: Project Pat] Crack kill apple jack but I make a
Silent thinkers spark owls Silent thinkers spark owls Slap jack Pitty pat Spades and all is being played Sporting low cut fades Puffin owls Allows my
all night [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Ridin in da motherfuckin mean jo green lexus with my kin folks and we sippin on lean bout to go do da damn fuckin'
ever end up with mommy?" And I'd say "we were drunk as hell at a Pat Green concert - damn near spilled her beer when she saw me" She walked right on over