Lyrics GO! - Common, Joy Denalane, Jazzanova

GO!

Yo Yo they call me Pat Glocks
The boy that Pat Glocks
And run up in crack spots
And let off mad shots
Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat
Get used to the name or at least the sound of the Bladddt
How you like that?
The sound of a round of my pound
The sound of a clown falling down
And moms frowning while I'm out on town
In K-mart shopping for bullets then Hitting up Targets
One look at the king you tell the young prince was heartless
Coming out the mall strapped
.45s in the 6
Stay lucky like 7
and two 4's like three 8s
Three shots make three wakes
That boy ain't awake is he?
Sais 9 Jordanz Sais 9 Milli
With bullies in your skullies to make my killies illy
Its P A T G L O C K S Yes!

They call me Pat Glocks
See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks

See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks

I light a nigga up like a doobie
Mask on
Who is he?
Don't worry about that floozie
Just worry about the Uzi You'll see
The bullets shooting in staccato
With more claps than a bravo
To leave your meat exposed like tacos
I'l leave a ugly pattern down ya leg like Paco Jeans
when I grasp the beam
and make a gangsta lean
Oh you a G
Oh you will see
The uzi stream will make a great open for a eulogy
Switch hitting no homo
This finger finger fucking bitches
Finger bucking niggaz
To put you under dirt Dig it?
Its P A T G L O C K S Yes!

They call me Pat Glocks
See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks

See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks

The boy don't play
Life started out with a knife then graduated from Uzi La
I spray techs like Windex and flex
To leave sets flat on their back like sex
Yes
No regrets as i pounce on my prey
and pat em down like bouncers at night clubs they lay
Staring at a sky leaking
Send em to God take their chair no need for that Jesus piece
I leave chatterbox speechless
Thugs reaching for their hip before i pat em to pieces
Reachers reaching
Leave happy people swiss cheesing
If they think they coming after me
It's Pat Pat

See me at the corner at night
See me every where in sight
See me flashing guns like lights
They call me Pat Pat Pat
See me starting up a fight
See my gun bark then bite
See ya getting away Yeah right
See me Pat Pat

They call me Pat Glocks
See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks

See me at the firing range Patting glocks
See me at the corner at night Patting blocks
See me at the precinct twisted patting cops
They call me Pat Glocks Pat Glocks Pat Glocks