Whole Lotta Weed

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