paroles de chanson Whole Lotta Weed - Project Pat
Chorus
2x
Real
playaz
like
to
smoke
a
(whole
lotta
weed)
Drinkin
bottles
of
that
liquor
(all
that
we
need)
This
9mm
(will
make
you
bleed)
I
advise
you
niggaz
(dont
fuck
wit
me)
(Project
Pat)
Real
playaz
like
to
smoke
a
Stroke
a
offa
in
her
throata
Bend
ova
let
me
poke
her
Rolla
up
some
more
dopa
Dont
take
me
fo
a
joka
Hollows
will
make
ya
croaka
My
hands
around
your
throata
Grip
grip
tight
and
choke
her
Hate
hate
me
fo
no
reason
Beat
beat
yo
like
a
blea
Pumpkin
head
whatchu
getta
It
must
be
killin
season
For
some
droppas
and
suckas
Coward
ass
mothufuckas
Poppin
off
that
cappa
Could
get
chu
killed
like
othas
Maybe
its
not
yo
time
Maybe
it
could
be
mine
Then
put
me
in
a
box
and
burry
me
wit
my
nine
Forty-Fo
and
my
side
Hatas
up
in
south
Wishin
they
put
tha
bullets
up
in
my
body
But
thats
if
im
a
gonna
When
i
smell
the
aroma
Of
brown
cold
liquor
and
polted
marijuana
Project
Pat
in
this
bitcha
Tryin
to
man
get
richa
The
first
hit
off
this
dope
is
gonna
getcha
Chorus
2x
Real
playaz
like
to
smoke
a
(whole
lotta
weed)
Drinkin
bottles
of
that
liquor
(all
that
we
need)
This
9mm
(will
make
you
bleed)
I
advise
you
niggaz
(dont
fuck
wit
me)
Stay
down
about
cho
gama
Fama
i
never
claima
I
mug
ya
in
ya
facea
For
those
who
are
a
stranga
Strange
couse
i
do
not
knowa
Chip
chip
on
yo
shoulda
Im
knockin
out
yo
teeths
Hits
hard
just
like
a
boulda
Im
creepin
in
the
Nova
So
what
i'm
in
codopa
A
nigga
done
got
boulda
His
life
is
gon
be
ova
Grey
tape
with
clip
bananna
I
kidnap
i
can
handle
He
came
to
me
with
Anna
He
should
of
mind
his
manners
I
hit
him
with
the
tecca
Damn
near
tore
off
his
necka
He
prayin
im
gon
squosh
him
He
shoulda
prayed
to
Mecca
You
hataz
like
to
tick
me
Squeeze
triggaz
till
im
empty
This
weed
turned
me
out
I
damn
near
let
it
hit
me
Smokin
nothin
but
that
fire
(Damn
that
was
my
last
line
dog)
Nigga
you's
a
lia
So
you
tryin
to
screw
me
I
told
you
not
to
do
me
Im
drinkin
on
that
brewsky
This
shit
is
goin
threw
me
Whole
lotta
whole
lotta
whole
lotta...
Hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
Out
the
pen
One
more
gian
Is
yo
dog
stackin
ens
Makin
cheese
fuckin
hoes
Knockin
ducks
off
they
toes
Up
the
nose
Goes
the
white
Pimpin
hoes
take
a
flight
Like
a
kite
like
a
plane
My
nigga
im
the
man
Mista
dont
take
no
shit
Mista
well
take
yo
bitch
Ten
toes
bout
to
biz
Cowards
cant
handle
these
Scandle
these
pair
north
Bout
to
bust
on
my
boys
Check
niggaz
fo
they
grip
Pistols
swing
busted
lip
Busted
chops
thats
yo
ass
Punk
bitch
wheres
the
cash
Money
green
chedder
cheese
All
bitches
hit
they
knees
Serve
em
up
ready
to
rock
Disturbute
them
on
da
check
Always
keep
a
mere
glock
Place
it
up
to
your
back
Fat
sacks
your
smokin
on
Mack
man
wit
a
tone
P-A-T
bout
the
lout
Ridin
by
then
i
shoot
Whos
to
say
cheefin
hay
Hustlin
to
get
pay
Round
the
clock
Round
the
way
Gettin
mines
every
day
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1 Chickenhead (feat. La Chat & Three 6 Mafia)
2 Out There, Pt. 2 (Skit)
3 Cheese and Dope
4 Whole Lotta Weed
5 Don't Save Her
6 If You Ain't from My Hood (feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J)
7 Gorilla Pimp
8 Break da Law 2001
9 So Hi
10 201 Phone Call - Skit
11 We Can Get Gangsta
12 Ski Mask
13 Life We Live
14 Yall Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Yall Niggaz Some Hoes
15 Ooh Nuthin'
16 We Ain't Scared Hoe
17 Aggravated Robbery
18 North, North
19 Fuckin' with the Best
20 Mission Impossible (Pt. 5 Million) - Outro
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