Yung Joc - Patron lyrics
[Yung Joc - Patron lyrics]
(Ohhh) Uh, huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City (Here it is) but right now
You 'bout to witness a nigga
Gone off that Patron (Heh heh
Aight) I'm talkin 'bout seven shots up
Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo ooh, shit)
(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga
Ha ha now what I want y'all to do
(What'chu want me to do nigga?)
Take that shit to the motherfuckin head
To the flo' nigga let's go
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggas throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggas throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
C'mon tell me what it do, I do it for the A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links 'round my neck lookin
Like I build gates
I'm Mr amoco, yeah I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll lookin like
They got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs
Y'all gettin JC Penney's
Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Wink my eye at your bitch
Now she wishin she could touch
See the J's on my feet
And she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death
Everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
Connected like apartments
Keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet
I mix Patron and Everglow
I call it anti-freeze
Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
Mister VIP, get it like me
Ice piece on my wifebeat I call it Ice T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit
Her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it what you want I'm
On some ol' eleven shit
These niggas wanna hate
God dammit we can handle it
Mad cause I got juice
Call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'mma ballaholic, can't help it I'mma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
Tryin to guess the price
Ehh about thirty large
Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sittin tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it
The apple jelly Chevy with the
Peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and
The boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, that's just how I live
Stack them big faces
Give the strippers dollar bills
Check the dictionary for a PIMP
And when you look it up
Potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
Get like me, get like me
So gone that Patron, so get like me
New Joc City (Here it is) but right now
You 'bout to witness a nigga
Gone off that Patron (Heh heh
Aight) I'm talkin 'bout seven shots up
Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo ooh, shit)
(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga
Ha ha now what I want y'all to do
(What'chu want me to do nigga?)
Take that shit to the motherfuckin head
To the flo' nigga let's go
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggas throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggas throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
C'mon tell me what it do, I do it for the A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links 'round my neck lookin
Like I build gates
I'm Mr amoco, yeah I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll lookin like
They got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs
Y'all gettin JC Penney's
Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Wink my eye at your bitch
Now she wishin she could touch
See the J's on my feet
And she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death
Everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
Connected like apartments
Keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet
I mix Patron and Everglow
I call it anti-freeze
Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
Mister VIP, get it like me
Ice piece on my wifebeat I call it Ice T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit
Her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it what you want I'm
On some ol' eleven shit
These niggas wanna hate
God dammit we can handle it
Mad cause I got juice
Call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'mma ballaholic, can't help it I'mma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
Tryin to guess the price
Ehh about thirty large
Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sittin tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it
The apple jelly Chevy with the
Peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and
The boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, that's just how I live
Stack them big faces
Give the strippers dollar bills
Check the dictionary for a PIMP
And when you look it up
Potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
Get like me, get like me
So gone that Patron, so get like me