Slangin Rocks Lyrics by Project Pat

Slangin Rocks Lyrics

    Chorus:

    Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
    Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
    Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
    Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
    (repeat 2x)

    Project pat:

    Day and night, night and day
    Nigga gotta get some pay
    Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock
    Chiefin hay
    Anyway that i can
    My nigga you understand?
    Gotta bring twenty strong
    Before i can serve your jaws
    Double up, man what's up?
    Got the pot, rock it up
    Mixed it in some b-12's
    Now my shit done blown up!
    Shake the ball, round the chop
    Til the ball get real hard
    Cut me down some twenties
    Then i'm standin out in the yard
    Junkies coming back and forth
    One tried to run off with dope
    Caught him round the corner
    And i shot the maggot in the throat
    Don't be playin with my cheese
    All i get is 2-0-z's
    One day i'm gone be the fucking man
    Out here slangin keys
    Until then, i'm the nigga runnin from the undercover
    Narcotic boys jumpin fences tryna catch a brother
    Happy things is all i hear
    But i'm stayin bout my hog
    One day i'll be pushin lex
    But today it's cutlass dog!

    (repeat chorus 2x)

    Gangsta boo:

    Slangin rocks all good with me
    Downest bitch that would be me
    I be on your side like hip-bone
    And nigga you will see
    That your misses-lady, your baby
    Will cover up what you didn't
    You saw that dope that i stuffed in my pussy
    I ain't bullshittin!
    So send me out on a mission
    We can take they position
    We got that china, canary-yellow
    We on all you bitches
    So come on down
    You're the next contestant on my dope list
    I'm tryna put some shoes on rover that i rode in this bitch
    And we bout our paper, we shuttin your block down
    We takin full charge
    Can't nothin be done, til project pat said, "yo, fuck all of y'all"
    I'm from the south
    So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
    All them birds that's flyin south
    That's flyin straight into your mama's house
    Don't be sayin you got the clout
    Cause we all know who really runnin thangs
    All you bustas must behave
    Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
    I hope you are feeling that
    I'm lovin it
    If you liking it
    If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit
    I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-woohhh!

    Repeat chorus to end

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