Project Pat

Project Pat - Show Dem Golds lyrics

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(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J')

[Hook 1 2x]

Northside hoe, Southside hoe

Eastside hoe, Westside hoe

[Chorus 2x]

Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)

Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)

[DJ Paul]

It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast

Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass

Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar

On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car

If they throw the wrong sign - niggas better handle it

Fuck goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet

I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here

And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this shit here

Before I blow a nigga ass off - him and his hoe

Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the do'

This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we playin'

Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown man

It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending

While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning

You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy

You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy

[Chorus 4x]

[Juicy J]

We up all night, we smokin' that shit

Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the bitch

They called us niggas, we run in packs

Some playa hate this skin because the color is black

We sag our jeans, the ride be clean

Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean

We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead

The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s

And if you violate - get that tone to the head

And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed

I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us

A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut

We people on the left - and we folks on the right

We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights

The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site

We sleep in the morning and we come out at night

[Chorus 4x]

[Project Pat]

Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen

From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin

You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse

You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse

Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go to jail

Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail

Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time

Just another broke hood nigga - cheese up on my mind

Grab the nine, wanna make change

Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down

'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill

I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal

And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate

I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape

A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late

In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate

[Chorus 4x]

[Hook 2 2x]

...show ya golds, show ya golds

...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows

...show ya golds, show ya golds

...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows

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