Slangin Rocks Songtext

von Project Pat

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Day and night, night and day, nigga gotta get some pay
Standing out, with my rocks, and my Glock
Chiefin' Hay, anyway that I can
My nigga, you understand?

Gotta bring twenty strong before I can serve your jaws
Double up, man what's up? Got the pot, rock it up
Mixed it in some B-12's, now my shit done blown up
Shake the ball, 'round the chop 'til the ball get real hard

Cut me down some twenties, then I'm standin' out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth, one tried to run off with dope
Caught him round the corner and I shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin' with my cheese, all I get is 2-0-Z's

One day I'm gone be the fucking man, out here slangin' keys
Until then, I'm the nigga runnin' from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin' fences tryna catch a brother
Happy things is all I hear but I'm stayin 'bout my hog
One day, I'll be pushin' Lex but today, it's Cutlass dog

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin' rocks all good with me, downest bitch that would be me
I be on your side like hip-bone and nigga you will see
That your misses lady, your baby will cover up what you didn't
You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy, I ain't bullshittin'

So send me out on a mission, we can take they position
We got that china, canary-yellow, we on all you bitches
So come on down, you're the next contestant on my dope list
I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that I rode in this bitch

And we 'bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down
We takin' full charge, can't nothin' be done
'Til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south

So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin' south
That's flyin' straight into your mama's house
Don't be sayin' you got the clout

'Cause we all know who really runnin' thangs
All you bustas must behave
'Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
I hope you are feeling that I'm lovin' it if you liking it

If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit
I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit, wooh

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
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