Project Pat - Out There lyrics

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Project Pat
A nigga that's down for his crown mane
If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane
Fourth floor bound mane
That's if I get caught mane
Pushed me to the edge
So it really ain't my fault mane
See I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane
Enemies gonna bleed once I let
These bullets fly mane
Momma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane
Niggas passin' plates
Snorting line after line mane
I got's to get mine mane
Robbin' was the crime mane that a nigga did
But I done served my time mane
Put that all behind mane
Get out on the grind mane
Slang some of this dope
In the street or my ride mane
See I ain't a fool mane
Fuck listenin' 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 what's up mane
Get up off my dick
Like a motherfuckin' slut mane

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Where I'm from mane
Ain't no sunshine gonna shine
On a dog's ass if his ass
Don't get on a grind
Doing time helped a nigga out
To clear up my head
Used to have a shank in the light
That was by my bed
It was said, I would end up dead
Working in the street
But the street is the only
Thing I see paying me
Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals
Rockin' to the shake slanging guns
Slanging TV's mane I'm tryna' make
All I can my nigga
French ho Poncho at a ho's house
Get her drunk, take her to the back
Put dick in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked
My nig turn the radio
Pulled the car up into the yard
Cleaning out the ho
You should know that a burglary
Really ain't for me
I just got out the 'tentiary
Tryna' get on my feet
Get the cheese, off the merchandise
Went and bought a deal
Nigga please, you say you don't steal
I'mma keep it real

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Haters like to get a playa
Twisted in that bullshitta
A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter
Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla
Your cap I drilla
When fuckin' with a real nigga
The chrome trigga' should regulate
A punk quicker the bullet hit ya'
I'm zoned off that brown liquor
You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz
Quit spreading rumors like a
Motherfuckin' punk bitch
My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim
Hollowpoint hit him
Pull out my gun your hands you get them
Up in the airra because you
Came to me in error don't want to scare ya'
Say you a man then face the terror
I know these bullets will pop ya'
Shit off like a melon
Let's bust it up, bad as fuck
Man who you tellin' it's armageddon
In North Memphis crack we sellin'
You pass me that purple weed
Is what they yellin'

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?