Project Pat - High Off The Ground lyrics
[Project Pat - High Off The Ground lyrics]
Yeah hypnotize Minds project Pat we
Just want y'all to dance wit' us
Man y'all know what it is it's goin' down
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit'
It, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat!
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground
(off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground
(off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground
(off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground
(off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey
Ridin' in my Im pala
When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make
Dogs holler
7-6, Cut-a lass, clean like the clap dock
Eyes gon' swell, to the max
When you see these screens drop
Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big
Like the rangs put 'em on, any girl, say
We can do some thangs
Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin'
Sideways haters look, had a frown
Pullin' out the driveways
I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies
Countin' money old school, twenty-fo's
Wit' the Lamborghini doors
Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come
Wit' no static
If you got a problem wit' it, talk
To that automatic
Fresh up out the paint shop
Wetter than a rain drop
I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin'
Real hard
A nigga still mob, niggas out here still rob
That's why I keep my killers close
Wit' that thang cocked
I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top
It's so much wood in my ride
They call me tree top
Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I
Tell ya what I'm in
A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims
Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake
I'm ridin' through the hood mayne
It make the earth shake
You average rim riders, y'all can gon'
Hit the benches
I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down
And add some mo' inches
See the streets packin' heat
Wit' these young killers and 'caine heads
Blow snorters that drain lead
Wet smokers who brain dead
Gun toters who pop cone
Ride Caddy and slang stone
Get paper and ride chrome
Pull capers invade homes
Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es
Hard for us to quit
Cause dope sellin' addictive
Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty
Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts
Peanut butter
Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride
In the wind out here stuntin', actin' bad
Cause I'm fresh, out the pen
Niggas blowin' on that kush weed
That's that good weed
Frosty hairs on that green green
And wit' no seeds
Just want y'all to dance wit' us
Man y'all know what it is it's goin' down
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit' it
From the back wit' it, wit'
It, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat!
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground
(off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground
(off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground
(off the ground)
I'm ridin' so high off the ground
(off the ground)
I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey
Ridin' in my Im pala
When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make
Dogs holler
7-6, Cut-a lass, clean like the clap dock
Eyes gon' swell, to the max
When you see these screens drop
Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big
Like the rangs put 'em on, any girl, say
We can do some thangs
Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin'
Sideways haters look, had a frown
Pullin' out the driveways
I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies
Countin' money old school, twenty-fo's
Wit' the Lamborghini doors
Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come
Wit' no static
If you got a problem wit' it, talk
To that automatic
Fresh up out the paint shop
Wetter than a rain drop
I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin'
Real hard
A nigga still mob, niggas out here still rob
That's why I keep my killers close
Wit' that thang cocked
I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top
It's so much wood in my ride
They call me tree top
Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I
Tell ya what I'm in
A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims
Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake
I'm ridin' through the hood mayne
It make the earth shake
You average rim riders, y'all can gon'
Hit the benches
I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down
And add some mo' inches
See the streets packin' heat
Wit' these young killers and 'caine heads
Blow snorters that drain lead
Wet smokers who brain dead
Gun toters who pop cone
Ride Caddy and slang stone
Get paper and ride chrome
Pull capers invade homes
Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es
Hard for us to quit
Cause dope sellin' addictive
Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty
Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts
Peanut butter
Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride
In the wind out here stuntin', actin' bad
Cause I'm fresh, out the pen
Niggas blowin' on that kush weed
That's that good weed
Frosty hairs on that green green
And wit' no seeds