Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce
chu, won't chu be my neighbor? Sunblock, flip flops, pack of smokes Two turn tables and my box of shorts I'm ready for the beach, so I hope in the ride But then I run
Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz 4x] We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat '
show you how the Pack do. [x2] [Lil Uno:] Go chea girl go yea freak a noodle. Two slang words come kickaboodle. It's pay day like nuts and caramel. Gimmie that pitty pat
, comin' down All over the town, I like to get around Jammin' my fat pat screwed up underground Comin' down in the lime green 88 While them boys on the
on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz]4x We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat '
school boy yeah right, I run with them killas Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats I've been rapping eight years, I got too many placks Now when I run
jumped through the banks front window pane, well I grabbed the teller in a blink of an eye, put a colt up to his head, said careful son don't try to run
could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane A Virgin flight to Shannon town the day it didn't rain The laughin' eyes of Ireland sparklin' blue and green
's all about that, yah, that green then I'm wit' it, man Understand where I'm comin' from, out the ghetto slum Project Pat, Tear Da Club Up Thugs out
Aye my nigga, with tha green hat. U need to shave my nigga. Ah my fault, I mean with tha grey hat. Get yo muthafuckin shave man. Yo whats goin down
to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' Them people callin' it green that smoke how much
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis Cock 'em up Hypnotized minds
catch a cold, with the motherfucking ice I'm in Big bubble lenses, at the front of the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex
facts Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't
lookin ass nigga " no mamma, no mamma penny of Goodtimes, big JJ" lookin ass nigga "norbit, how you doin" lookin ass nigga "hey, hey , hey, reed run"
(Pat Green) Pouring rain, cracked front window I turned off my radio and reached for my boot For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask To take a drink