Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patron, artist - Yung Joc. Date of issue: 05.06.2006
Song language: English
Patron |
| Take that shit to the motherfuckin head, to the flo’nigga |
| Let’s go I just bought a zone, J’s on my feet |
| I’m on that Patron, so get like me I just bought a zone, J’s on my feet |
| I’m on that Patron, so get like me Er-ery'body love me, boss so fly |
| Niggaz throw the deuces ery’time I ride by Er-ery'body love me, boss so fly |
| Niggaz throw the deuces ery’time I ride by |
| C’mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier |
| Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates |
| Ice links 'round my neck lookin like I build gates |
| I’m Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps |
| Pockets on swoll lookin like they got the mumps |
| I’m 'bout my change, gotta get the riches |
| From the look of thangs y’all gettin JC Penney’s |
| Pass that Patron, the lime’s right thurr |
| Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr |
| Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishin she could touch |
| See the J’s on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts |
| Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets |
| Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic |
| Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge |
| Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet |
| I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze |
| Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees |
| Mister V.I.P., get it like me Ice piece on my wifebeat I call it Ice-T |
| Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick |
| She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick |
| My swag so mean need anger management |
| You call it what you want I’m on some ol’eleven shit |
| These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch |
| Joc feel good. |
| Joc buy the bar |
| Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin on a 'gar |
| I plead to the judge I’m guilty of the charge |
| I’ma ballaholic, can’t help it I’ma star |
| You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God |
| Tryin to guess the price, ehh about thirty large |
| Ery’body wanna know, how I do my thang |
| Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang |
| Pull up to curb, cut it to the left |
| My rims sittin tall 'til I dim the knee steps |
| I just see what I want, then I go get it The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it So don’t get mad, pimp keep it cool |
| I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools |
| I hustle all day, that’s just how I live |
| Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills |
| Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P. |
| And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see |
| Young J-O-C, yeah that’s me Twenty-eight G’s, on my feet twenty-three's |
| I’m on that Patron, so gone that Patron |
| So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron |
| So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me |