| Yeah!
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| Yeah nigga! |
| (It's ya boy Lil' Jon right)
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| You know?
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| Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me! |
| (What's up boy?!)
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| Memphis Tenn' to da muthafuckin' A-Town.
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| Crunk that again hoe while my niggas are in trap and shit.
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| (Let's go, let’s go!)
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| We got the weed n da choppa!
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| We got the weed n da choppa!
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| We got the weed n da choppa!
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| We got the weed n da choppa!
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| You can try it if you wanna!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| Eyes red of marihuana!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| I will murk one of you punks!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| Put yo bodies in the trunk!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| Yeah, I pull it get those!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| Banana clip let it blow!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| I got the cheese &the dope!
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| (I got the weed &the chooper!)
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| And the trap money blows!
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| We got that good purp, y’all niggas smokin' derp!
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| We got that good purp, y’all niggas smokin' derp!
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| Talkin' that shit (what?), will get yo ass murked!
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| Nigga, talkin' that shit, will get yo ass murked!
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| We stay on that shit, so we don’t give a fuuck!
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| We stay on that shit nigga, so we don’t give a fuuck!
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| And it ain’t none nigga, to lack yo ass off
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| And it ain’t none nigga, to lack yo ass off
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| We lay yo back down, and knock yo ass out!
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| We lay yo back down, and knock yo ass out
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| Nigga hatin' on my click, we got yo layed off!
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| Nigga hatin' on my click, we got yo layed off!
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| Beat like a dog, chop it like a frog!
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| We beat you like a dog, and jump on you like a frog!
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| And chopper, pul it, flyin' all through your wap!
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| And chopper, pul it, flyin' all through your wap!
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| It’s ya boy Project Pat-tah, nigga get yo head chump
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| Beans in a trap-ah, hustlin' with the best rock
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| None stop, drumma beat 'happenin fo' no reason
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| These gunz pop, lettin' you suckas that it’s in a season
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| Cuz I’ll drop, one of you punks sprayed with head blown
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| If the snucka got hammer in the club, I got to let it blow
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| Weed blow, cocaine white — that get 'cha hype-ah
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| In the penitentiary remaint talentitted like a life-ah
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| Liqour in our system and weed on our brains
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| And nose full of 'cane, we will snatch a nigga chain
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| You sayin' that you’re tough, so we sayin' yous a fladge
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| A street nigga dawg, I catched that murder charge!
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| Don’t even look in my way pussy nigga
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| (I hit this purple)
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| Don’t even think about it fuck nigga
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| This nigga don’t know I got that chopper in the trunk
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| (Tell'em!)
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| And I always keep this shit right beside me on the front seat too nigga
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| Hey!
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| We runnin' these clubs, we runnin' these traps
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| Try to take my dope, my chopper tear out of ya back!
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| We runnin' these clubs, we runnin' these traps
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| Try to take my dope, my chopper tear out of ya back!
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| Well nigga fuck you, I don’t know you!
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| Well nigga fuck you, you don’t know me!
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| Well nigga fuck you, I don’t know you!
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| Well nigga fuck you, you don’t know me niggah! |