Project Pat, Gangsta Boo - Slangin’ Rocks lyrics
[Project Pat, Gangsta Boo - Slangin’ Rocks lyrics]
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
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
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 mixing in some B12
Now my shit gon' blown on up!
Shake the ball, round the jar
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 two O-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
Having things is hard out here
But I'm stayin bout my hog
One day I'll be pushin Lex
But today it's Cutlass dog!
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
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
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!
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
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