Project Pat - Make A Sell lyrics
[Project Pat - Make A Sell lyrics]
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no heat
There was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC no clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no heat
There was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
It slipped in the back of my mind
Thinkin' bout that penitentiary
Bout that time
Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug
The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs
Living like a fiend
Wakin' up in the crack house
Drinkin' malt liquor in the hood
Til we blacked out my stash came up missing
Felt like I crapped out
She might be my auntie
But she still gon' get slapped out
It's bad times when the family
Members are cracked out
But if they had bread
Then I'mma pull the packs out
I'm on that green leaf
Full of that kickstand
But please believe me
I'm trying be a better man
Green brow, Project
Summer me and gangsta Fred sackin' dough
Countin' bread til our fingers bled
Gangsta kept the pounds of good
Tony sold the raw
One night narcotics jumped out on us
Almost burnt the law
Thought the law was the robbers
Come to take our pockets call us NASA
Cause we shoot them Nina's just like rockets
I'm past first class street
I'm in the cockpit silver Bentley
Next week might have to cop it
These hoes tryin' to flag me down
They need to stop it
Asked for their numbers back in the days
Wouldn't drop it
Now they see these icy bottles
Match these icy chains
From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang
And there was no heat
There was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC no clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no heat
There was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
It slipped in the back of my mind
Thinkin' bout that penitentiary
Bout that time
Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug
The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs
Living like a fiend
Wakin' up in the crack house
Drinkin' malt liquor in the hood
Til we blacked out my stash came up missing
Felt like I crapped out
She might be my auntie
But she still gon' get slapped out
It's bad times when the family
Members are cracked out
But if they had bread
Then I'mma pull the packs out
I'm on that green leaf
Full of that kickstand
But please believe me
I'm trying be a better man
Green brow, Project
Summer me and gangsta Fred sackin' dough
Countin' bread til our fingers bled
Gangsta kept the pounds of good
Tony sold the raw
One night narcotics jumped out on us
Almost burnt the law
Thought the law was the robbers
Come to take our pockets call us NASA
Cause we shoot them Nina's just like rockets
I'm past first class street
I'm in the cockpit silver Bentley
Next week might have to cop it
These hoes tryin' to flag me down
They need to stop it
Asked for their numbers back in the days
Wouldn't drop it
Now they see these icy bottles
Match these icy chains
From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang