歌词
作词 : J. Houston/P. Houston/P. Beauregard
作曲 : J. Houston/P. Houston/P. Beauregard
Out There -Project Pat
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin'that shit about the last 4-5days man
Wit the same clothes on ain't even been home yet
I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking or snortin'something
To up for them 4-5days
Naw I heard he shot somebody man
For real
That's the reason why he probably can't go home
Yeah you know like what you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin'around so hard
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your a**step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's if I get caught man
Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man
See I gotta die man don't you even try man
Enemies gone bleed once I let these bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man I like to get high man
Niggas passing plates snortin' line after line man
I got's to get mine man robbing was the crime man
That a nigga did but I done serve my time man
Put that all behind man get out on the grind man
Slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride man
See I ain't a fool man **** listen to you man
Why you in my grill And you knowin'we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man see I know waz up man
Get up off my d**k like a mother****ing slut man
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Where I'm from man ain't no sunshine
Only shine on a doggs a**if his a**don't get on the grind
Doin'time help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed
It was said I would end up dead working in the streets
But the streets is the only thang I see payin'me quarter key ****
Servin'deals rockin'to the shake slangin'guns slangin'TV's
Man I'm tryin' to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes house
Get her drunk take her to the back put d**k in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked my nig turn the radio
Pull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe
You should know that a burglary really ain't for me
I just got out the tentary tryin'to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise went a bought a deal
Nigga please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs
Stackin'me some grip playa can ya dig
Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita
And game splita I'm also a wig splita your a**getta
Shoot up by the 9mila your cap I drilla
When ****ing with real nigga the chrome trigga
Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of that brown liquor you need
To get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin' rumors
Like a mother****ing punk b***h my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun
Your hands you get them up in the air
Ah because you came to me in error don't wanna scare ya
See you have manifest in terror I know these bullets
Will pop your shit off like a meleon let's bust it up man
**** man who you tellin'it's armagedeon the North Memphis crack
We sellin'you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin'
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock pocket full of chips
Watchin'for the pigs splitin'hataz wigs