Project Pat - Out There / Blunt to my Lip (+Lyrics) video free download

(Chorus 2x)

Blunt to my lips.

Gun on my hip.

rocks in my sock.

pocket full of chips.

watchin for the pigs.

splitin hataz wigs.

stackin me some grip.

playa can ya dig.

(Project Pat)

Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown mane

if yo ass step I'ma be downtown mane 4th floor bound mane

thats if i get caught mane

push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault mane see I gotta die mane

don't you even try mane

enemies gone bleed once I let these bullets fly mane

momma gonna cry mane

I like to get high mane

niggaz passin plates snortin line after line mane

I got's to get mine mane

robbin was the crime mane

that a nigga did but I done serve my time mane

put that all behind mane

get out on the grind mane

slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride mane

see I ain't a fool mane

fuck listen to you mane

why you in my grill and you knowin we ain't cool mane

project ain't a duck mane

see I know whassup mane

get up off my dick like a muthafuckin slut mane

Chorus 2X

Where I'm from man ain't no sunshine only shine

on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind

doin time help a nigga out to

clear up my head

use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed

it was said I would end up dead workin in the streets

but the streets is the only thang I see payin me

quarter key fuck servin deals rockin to the shake

slangin guns, slangin tv's

mane I'm tryin to make

all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes

house

get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her mouth

leave the dront door unlocked my nig turn the radio

pull the car up into the yard cleanin out the hoe

you should know that a burglary really ain't for me

I just got out the tentary tryin to get my feet

get the cheese off the merchandise

went a bought a deal

nigga please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real

Chorus 2X

Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita

a game splita

I'm also a wig splitta

yo ass getta shoot up by the 9 milla

yo cap I drilla

when fuckin wit real nigga

the chrome trigga

shall regulate a punk quicker

a bullet hit ya

I'm zoned of that brown liquor

you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz

quit spreadin rumors like a muthafuckin punk bitch

my trunk is the bed for a

kidnapped victim

hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands you get them

up in the airah

because you came to me in error

don't wanna scare ya

see you have manifest in terror

I know these bullets will pop yo shit off like a meleon

let's bust it up man fuck man who you tellin

it's armagedeon

the North Memphis crack we sellin

you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin

Chorus Fades Out