Don’t Flop, Pat Stay , John John Da Don - John John Da Don vs Pat Stay lyrics

John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk cheeks, monkey ears and a bat face
Hate his guts, be like, "Look at that?" Bang
Neck chop, head drop, lady had a bad day
You think cause I'm from Canada
We don't clap thangs
Man, my chick bust shells like a hatched egg
Just cause we in Atlanta, don't try to Brave
I kick up dust like Chipper
Jones in his last game
Man, I don't like your whole energy
Get too close next to me
Hennessy, popped at his head
Like an old memory
No thought, robot, battery sold separately
Now he got his Head ICE, I Control Everything
Look, I'm old school like tear aways
The beef ain't done but I see
Blood like a rare steak, let it marinate
Ignorant, I see a bum sleeping
Jack his spare change
And step on his head like
A high top stair fade
Bitch, I'm the wrong one
Yo, he ain't strapped, if he lifts his shirt
His glasses fogged up black on black crime
Yo look in the brown eyes of this shotgun
I wish this brother would
Wood I'd turn his ass into saw dust
Aww shucks, aww shucks, aww snap
The god's back all black, smoke shades
Gold chain with the claw clasp
Ball cap with some contrast, all that
Fox on my nuts like a review of my ballsack
Aww snap
Y'all done brought back the wrong Pat
That raw rap
Punches through the roof like Mortal Kombat
Watch me outdo you if John scraps
As soon as I see John hand cock
(Hancock) that's the sign to
Give him all caps aww snap
Let me take these frames off
James Bond, 007, let's get this game on
You see me look at my watch
I'm not checking the time
Cross enemy lines then boom
This proximity's mine
Till your face gets split out wide
I'll drop Johnny On The Spot if
We take this shit outside
Oh I know a couple grimy
Landscapers looking for work so if John dare
(Deere) test me they'll peel the sawed (sod)
Off and put in the dirt
But what are you gonna say to me?
Make me look like a racist or try
To steal the crowd away from me
Yeah? I knew it! That's what I thought
That's what you gotta do
Exaggerate all the struggles of
Pain in your life
That I could never understand or
Can't relate cause I'm white
Like, "yeah white boy
What you know about being poor
And all you got to eat is gun?"
Listen here fucking freckle face
Arthur The Aardvark looking sucker
Big ass nerdy fucking bifocals
Suck a dick fucking bitch
You ain't got these folks fooled
You white as snow dude
His idea of soul food is tofu
And don't even try that gangsta shit with me
It's not you dude
Honey Boo Boo in FUBU it doesn't suit you
260 pounds hard body, fuck a deuce deuce
I could probably pick up a bullet and
Chuck it right fucking through you
Dawg, this a one round body like Bruce Bruce
I said, John John Da Don
Bet that story is so interesting
Must've patented that name instantly
I remember vividly how sad I was when I seen
That "Pat Pat The Don" is copy written
Jeesh now go ahead and spit your garbage
Start screaming cause that's all you do
Wrote this shit in 24 hours
And still bodied you what's up?!

Now I knew me taking a
Race angle may be predictable
But what else am I supposed
To talk about with
These fucked up conditions that
We living through? It's in the news
Cops killing black people like it's
The thing to do
But when the white boys shoots
Up a black church
The same cops gon' bring him food
You've seen it too
Don't be looking like, "I'm Canadian eh
What you want me to do?"
Well since you here
Make it clear you don't condone
The shit your people do now let me guess
You're from another country right? I
Got the wrong guy?
Well I hate to break it to you white boy
But you came to the wrong
Place at the wrong time
We just lost an ATL legend
You don't gotta knowthey know
But since I can't speak to the
Dead, ring on his head
That's my way of saying hello (halo)
I have shottas on the east
But they say he's from the west side
Well goddamn- hold on, set it off
Like Stoney and watch every bitch
In your crew die
Cause we pulled up with cans for you bums
Now that's a food drive
I call a goon squad, tell 'em
To sweep the whole room, that's a boom job
Better yet, put something in his bitch chest
Make it a boob job
I know, I know, gun bars can be redundant
But I find it funny, I'm the gun king
Nigga I'm a king that got a line of guns
I'm sorry Rone
You sorry we can set that up after this
But for now it Pat turn, nity
(paternity) test I show you who your daddy is
Just so you know I bet somebody half my pay
And from the looks of things I should
Be getting some extra cash today
Ain't you Irish? No?
I was hoping some kind of
Luck get passed your way
But it's me that's seeing
The green everywhere
This ain't Patrick's Day
But that's okay, cause you just
Stepped in my backyard, i'm comfortable
I don't even gotta try to act hard
But don't try that card
And say we bias like don't
Nobody rap with them
Cause I'ma let a 44 go behind him
Now he got a cult (Colt) following
You got your fans fooled
You not a star you just a gassed bitch
So if you win you got them swayed see
I know your tactics no reactions?
Don't worry, it's a good thing
Y'all ain't catch it i said, "Star
You went Swayze" that let's me know y'all
Ain't falling for none of Pat's tricks
(Patrick) glasses, which one of you shiny
Motherfuckers said that shit? My last shit?
Was a dog walk in the park
Y'all see me bag shit
And you just lost to Serius Jones
The guy who Matt hit
And it was caught on TV so he may
Judge your honor if I show Math this
(Mathis) i'm active
50 different cities, 30 different leagues
That chain made you the King
Of The Dot slave, you ain't get to leave
He said watching DNA and Charlie Clips go
Off the top is his biggest peeve
That's how I know you racist
Cause you just hate seeing niggas free
I get it G's, you looking like you wanna say
"nigga please" to say what you think we say
As if you fitting in ease
But now that you been exposed for
All your bullshit nigga schemes
I feel these people hate you more than
Meek for what he did to Beans
Hollow, Calicoe, even Serius got him
But a hollow from this Calico
Will give you serious problems
So don't be surprised if he
Lose cause he never win
Funny how that compliment battle
Did vers' Rone was the nicest you ever been
You really did a compliment battle?
What in the holy fuck
So you had to come up with clever
Shit to make your opponent blush?
One minute you the Sucka Free
Boss all swoll' and tough
Next minute you calling another man
Handsome more than Loaded Luxx
We know what's up
Cause you already dead it's
Just a time relapse
My mind went black and all
You heard was bllllllllllllah!
Like a Desiigner track
Ten shots, one in the stomach
Guess where the other nine was at?
Pat head like a bitch with a
Weave she ain't trying to be honest Pat
You feel out of place in
This stage don't you?
You'll call the cops if I
Punch you in your face, won't you?
So save all that bully shit the
Birds I'll fuck you up
With these glasses on call it
Revenge Of The Nerds
This niggas a herb and there's
No way he could fight
Could give a fuck how tall he
Is I'm still taking him light
But please don't say "The John" if
You ain't saying it twice
Cause if you don't add "Da Don"
You ain't saying it right