been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though [Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat (rap)] Even though a nigga still in the hood Gettin drunk and smokin on wood
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat We just want y'all to dance with us man Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down Motorcycle with it, with it, motorcycle
Pat fuck wit our hands in our clothes Yo it's all good, niggas growin' up in the hood And we do the same things 'cause we smoke on wood Yo, you my wodie
[Project Pat] Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang Crook by da book, the fed story Yall know how we do We do it like it sposed to be done The dirty dirty
, with the top down Thinking how I just got paid, pop trunk wave Like I'm fresh out of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed [Hook: Fat Pat - 4x] Just-just
Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun rep the trill Rep the swangs Rep the paint Rep the bang Rep the grill Seen Pat
tune hop out my big body form chain With the Chong, can't forget Moet along I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood Man it's understood
tune, hop out my big body form Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet along I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood Man, it's understood
getter No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun Now im waving my one cause my job is done Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk Swinging
flyer wheres my shows at She tried to get me back for touchin her ass and squeezed the bozak I was like WHOA!!momma I caught the steel wood, But she whispered
out of Cockboy's Caddy?"Hands on the hood!" But the piggies didn't find it cause we hid it so good Pat down I knew he had a wood Touching me only
truth, You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her The wanderer, hill wood
fathom Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems Collection of brats, timbs and hats Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give em that
my windows, yeah It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though Even though a nigga still in the hood, gettin' drunk and smokin' on wood
along the river Which I take but once a year My walk will take me by the shore Then inland for a mile or more From the cold sea spray A small wood
thank you, when and what the album almost through Thanks, I ain't never had a fan like you Eazy E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too Pac, Biggie, Hawk, Fat Pat
saw it from the bedroom window a large blue city rising over the hill they came to my house, lounged around, on the wood floor they lay, eating duck pat
I'm chillin, wood spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold grillin Liquor