Songtext Cheese & dope Project Pat

Cheese & dope

[project pat]

Out here slanging on this blade prayin that I dont get cut
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs
Nigga stiff me for a bag, ima shoot em in his ass
Ima show em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned
Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
Takin fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, thats why I keep a revolver
How the hell you rob us, dont go rob the robber
Boy Im gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth
Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out
Mane you now whats goin you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th strong, I got ps, I got coke
Aint no credit give mane you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin down here

[chorus]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo
Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What you neeeeeeed brah, is to fuck wit yo boy

[project pat]
Quarter bird whats the word? for you dog, its da low
Sellinme babbage weed but you want the purest snow
Ima go, ima pull, me a rabbit out a hat
Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you right between the eyes,
You be stankin wit the flies
Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin dro
While Im riding on chrome, wit yo bitch, smoking dro
Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips,
She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max,

Im just out here stating facts
Trying to stack me some papes, got my foot on you snakes
Im gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake

[chorus 2x]

You could duck from the tech, out tha escalade (caddilac)
Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
But you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
Sippin on some paul a. mousson, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, dont you violate
Nigga said hed snitch on me dawg, I didnt hesitate
Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it aint all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling sip lets go
Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole
Eyes red ass hell, cuz I aint had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that u, could stay on my feet
Tricks in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, youse a dammn fool..

[chorus till end]