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we can get gangsta - project pat lyrics

[project pat] (talkin)
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo?

[boogelou] (talkin)
pat, what’s up man, what’s up?

[project pat] (talkin)
boogelou, what’s up man?
man yea man, a n-gg- done messed me off down here dawg.
i got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. man dese folkz
gon try and make a n-gg- do a whole m-th- f-ckin calendar dawg.
i need ya to send me sumthin.

[boogelou] (talkin)
i gotcha, what happened?

[project pat] (talkin)
man, i was messin off wit my n-gg-, man dis sh-t f-cked up!

[project pat]
i gotta call from my dawg, gangsta fred jus da other day
met some n-gg- from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed)
said dey wanna get good sh-t for da low-low
fred grew-up wit dis n-gg- by da bayou
could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
thought about da sh-t for a minute, den i took a drank
thinkin of a coma, knowin i aint gonna fall
call up my cousin, poncho, let em rob, -ssault
den he ball off, wit da goods to a ron-de-vou, spot
handed fred back his dope, den we split da loot
rudy-poo’s, always gettin, got, sumthin serious
infactuated wit da game, very curious
dat’ll kill da cat, cause da game ain’t to be told
quit smokin crack, my nigg-a, it’s to be sold
gettin old, never worries me, i don’t giva f-ck
? stayed on mind, call dat n-gg- up.

[chorus] – 2x
if you hoes wanna go dere
we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)
in da streets, we don’t play fair
we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, i can…)

[project pat]
we can set dis sh-t up, for a, secluded area
tell em bring himself, and da duffle-bag carrier
met him 4am, hit creek hill, at a exxon
in a hot car, tech-9 and a rouger gun
another n-gg- came, wit da n-gg-, dey got out of ‘lac (caddilac)
fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, “where da cheese at?”
n-gg- took a sniff, and he seen dat da sh-t was straight
said dat da loot was in his trunk, now i’m thinkin, “wait.”
“what’s goin on?”, partner took da dope off da trunk
raisin up my tech, n-gg- in da trunk, raised da pump
bullets popped off, fred caught one, in da chest
lucky for my nigg’, he was wearin bullet proof vest
shootin tech, but i coulda died, cause it jammed up
pump at my dome, dat’s when poncho feet had slammed up
shot da .45, blowin both n-gg-z azz off
think we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off.

[project pat]
two weeks later, still knowin bout da f-ckery
move dat a n-gg- pulled, spot a police watchin me
watchin me, cause i fit description of a suspect
pullin me, over, now he askin where my license at
“officer, i done left my wallet at da house, sir.”
still took me down-town, cause da police don’t care
down in lower-level, man a simple situation
turned into, a 72-hour investigation
ima ex-con, so i don’t need a walk through
to dis jail sh-t, wonderin, “who did dey talk to?”
could’ve been my dawg, not my nigg’, dat’s a h-ll naw
dey done found my tech, but i ain’t got sh-t to tell ya’ll
feelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da river
couldn’t be a snitch, cause i can’t tell on my n-gg-
tech, didn’t match da gun, woons(police) bout to let me go
stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.

- project pat lyrics

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