?m in there, outta there, the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up, had a trick wit me Don?t turn around (Give me the fucking cheese, trick) Don?t
Překlad: Project Pat. Neotáčej.
m in there, outta there Tha police couldn't get me But I made a slip up Hadda trick wit me [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't
won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better
nose runnin' still 'cause a *** used to *** If pockets low I'll let ya know, don't turn around A hair trigger that'll bust, don't make a sound I'mma
Man, Project Pat in the house This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot Better watch
that shit real Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' you got deals Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill It don't cost nothin' to
(whole lotta weed) Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me) [project pat
kool-aid Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate Caught him, at the projects one
Ridley's don't believe that Everyone's down with the Ak brother Every place I go people be like UDDA UDDA, UDDA Trying to get the slang down pat, using
ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin' rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll
dance the jig-a-lig Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it Burgundy or honey blonde Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum Don't
or my ride man See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man Project ain't a duck man, see I
its on. You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!! {Koopsta Knicca} get down shut the fuck up bitches don't make a sound body found on the ground don't
-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle The process
Still Cause A Nigga Used To Blow If Pockets Low I'll Let Ya Know (Don't Turn Around) A Hair Trigger That'll Bust (Don't Make A Sound) I'mma Tell Ya
