Project Pat - Cheese and Dope lyrics

rate me

[Project Pat]

Out here slanging on this blade prayin that I don't get cut

by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts

cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs

Nigga stiff me for a bag, I'ma shoot himm in his ass

I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn

When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned

Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime

Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance

to the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver

How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?

Boy I'm gonna scar ya with pistol slapped cross mouth

Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out

Mane you now whats goin'~ you got cheese, I got dope

For da 900th strong, I got p'z, I got coke

ain't no credit give mayne you could get from round here

Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here

[chorus]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope

I got p'z, coke, and some killaz at tha do'

hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you neeeeeeed mo', is to fuck wit yo boy

[Project Pat]

Quarter bird what's the word? For you dog, it's da low

Sellin me babbage weed but you want the purest snow

I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat

Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats

Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit

You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws

Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies

Walk right up on yo ass, shoot right between the eyes,

you be stankin' wit the flies

walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro

fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips,

She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as I dip

Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood

Represent it, to da max,

I'm just out here stating facts

Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes

I'm gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake

[chorus 2x]

You could duck from the tech, out tha Escalade (caddilac)

Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid

If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade

but you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade

Sippin' on some Paul A. Mousson, like some sweet kool-aid

Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate

Nigga said he'd snitch on me dawg, I didn't hesitate

Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave

Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear

Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here

Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go

Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole

Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a lick of sleep

Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet

Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too

If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..

[chorus till end]