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fat pat - let's ride freestyle lyrics
[freestyle]
uh huh. yeah, know’m saying? you know i gotta stick it in your mind. sh_t, what?
well let’s ride
let’s ride
just you and p_a_t getting high
let’s ride, let’s ride
let you and p_a_t getting high
well i, pull out the candy on a sat_rday
it’s the p_a_to the_t and i’m full of that hay
i be flipping, i be sliding in my deuce
riding up the boulevard hitting up on my juice
hoes be looking, i be getting nakey, starting to wreck it
but the motherf_cking plates say texas, i be checking
hoes to the left and to the right, i’m a g
the p_a_to the_t, hoes you don’t know me
i be the n_gga for the 9 to the 5
to the 6, me and screwdoo will be live
do my own thang, that’s how i do it
kicking it like the stupid dream, that’s true true
wreck the texas west coast, so what rock we rock the most
n_ggas don’t know we real go from coast to coast
we be real, diamond on my grill
and i’m the p_a_t baby i’m so for real
i got my nina in my hand ready to spray a jacka
i don’t give a d_mn ’bout the motherf_cking crackers
’cause them hoes hate us, don’t want to see me, make it
so the motherf_ckers try to take me
to the f_cking jail, but i’m straight from the ghetto
h_llo? do you hear me bro?
when i kick my flow
i don’t give a d_mn where i’m from and where i’m sprung
n_gga let’s ride ’cause this on the one
let’s ride, let’s ride, just you and p_a_t getting high
huh, we gotta do it houston style, texas
gotta wreck it fool, next time i’m coming lexus
it’s ’92 and you know the screw, i was a bg, watching on the tv
with that n_gga [?] just the gangster having madness
couldn’t give a d_mn, grabbed the nina gat, i had to
’cause the static automatic when i bust ’em
’cause i was high on the f_cking robitussin
it’s so f_cked up, dipped off in fry
that’s why i jumped in my hoop and now i ride
on to the north because i don’t give a d_mn
dropped an album last time i heard of ’em man
trying to jack, trying to make my f_cking ‘lac
but them d_mn fools better watch they f_cking back
can’t forget them botany boy who that g?
snuck up on them boys at the [?] to see
hit one in the eye, watch that boy cry
because the boys fooled on that motherf_cking fry
lost out my mind, bake, bake, bake
i’m coming down trunk banging with the earthquake
i don’t give a d_mn, what i body slam
d_mn fool, n_gga you know how i hang a man
by his f_cking neck ’cause i’m from that who?
southpark texas n_gga, not hoover blue
not that f_cking red, ’cause i don’t give a d_mn
it’s all about that murder man, f_ck uncle sam
i can’t work for the hoe, ’cause he trying to pimp me
ain’t nothing going on ’cause i’m on my blimp g
just going riding, through the f_cking sky
see my name flashing all on the f_cking side
f_a_t for the ’96 baby jumping in the mix
got my fix, got my hand on the wood, big 6
on the dice, i’m shooting i take your life
i don’t give a d_mn, murder one, murder twice
’cause the back door thang, it’s the d_mn fool
i’m with my f_cking key baby ’cause that’s my tool
you know the golden rule never ever slip
jumped in the jet, go on let’s take a trip
to atlanta, to act so bad
we at the freaknik, [?] home in the jag
chris coming up, it’s looking all good
blunt in the truck, riding through your neighborhoods
i’m back in the deuce popping up on a trunk
n_gga in that oak man, smoking up on the skunk
riding up on the [?], i’m tearing on that block
that’s that [?] man they don’t stop
i go and get a dip, them boys got me f_cked
i go around a corner screw up that little chump
and that boy g, it’s a solo thang
that’s why i’m like the esg, i sw_ng and bang
so f_cking hard, i’m on the boatload
when i’m jumping on the juice, man watch my flow
’cause i go off n_gga, don’t give a d_mn
talking up on a square man, you know who i am
i’m the g, for the 9 to that 5
i don’t give a d_mn, got the gat in my ride
n_gga got me f_cked up, n_gga got me so down
n_gga don’t give a d_mn, h_town, gotta clown
got my .9 in my pocket, weighing at least a gram
what the f_ck is going on, drinking a gallon
of that f_cking syrup, i’m that man [?] pat
i don’t give a f_ck because we cut and got the gat
n_ggas steady busting on the marks from the jackas
f_ck the f_cking feds ’cause i know them hoes actors
tryna jack me, because i’m in my benz
on martin luther king, riding ain’t no end
four deep with friends
f_ck the f_cking compton
’cause them n_ggas think that the south ain’t stomping
up in that door, we kicking it in g
it’s like a f_cking murder man, give me the key
n_gga used a pistol on the hoe ’cause he tripped
snapped a n_gga because i know i was a trip
n_gga don’t know was a hustler from the start
thug life n_gga man, that’s up in my heart
i’m thinking about that pac, that boy be on lock
but that boy know man, the dream don’t stop
because i’m in the what? i done already told ’em
blue and red man, green i’m unfolding
f_ck the f_cking color, black on black crime
that’s why i had to k!ll another one of mine
motherf_cking brothers
n_gga ain’t no other
n_gga who could stutter
man f_ck the other, race
going off g and let’s ride
i’m f_cking with the p_a_to the_t
that’s why we gonna ride
motherf_cking southside while we gonna ride
man i, be on, my flip late at night
i be smoking, on that pipe
with that k!ller, down in my throat
pulling on that motherf_cker, man yeah i hope
a n_gga come to my door, try to kick it in
pick up the phone, call all my f_cking friends
hit big deebo on the f_cking long drive
get [?] on the am tree now
call up the blunt off the f_cking [?]
[?] off the foster don’t play
go get the chunk, go to the ‘leans
pull out some of them motherf_cking fiends
cars, we gotta, ride ’em up g
so let’s get the aks and the pumps see
because it’s a murder, after f_cking midnight
i’m coming through in my motherf_cking bubble lights
i was surprised, you can’t see me
the p_a_to the_t, ’cause i’m in this industry
coming so hard, coming so real
riding on the freight like esg with the quill
riding all the way, time to get paid
i’m coming through man i got your baby mama laid
down in the bed, but i’m sticking head
n_gga pulling through ’cause what i went fed
back in ’92 when i first bought my ‘lac
me and cb with the f_cking slant back
moved to southwest, now i’m in the park
he in the red benz, we rolling out the dark
shutting the south down, them boys couldn’t handle
somebody kicked the door in and dismantled
all my f_cking money, took up all the clothes
planted me for the crime, but i didn’t know, what the f_ck to do
i called up on the screw, told that boy i had to put it on the tape fool
so now it’s ’95, n_ggas still strong
n_ggas still in the game, still going long
i got my mind made up, the game is just sewed up
go in my room and beat my f_cking pad up
and my f_cking pen, and then i go to writing
so many rhymes man, it just be exciting
[?] f_cking mind, i’m p_ssed off to the highest festivity
hoes can’t see me, in the city
do or die, so i smoke that [?]
just to stay motherf_cking l_i_v_e live
n_gga can’t see me, the p_a_to the t
even if i was in your face, or all 3d
i be sweating you can bet when i flow
won a f_cking trophy at high rollers hoe
first f_cking place, number one, yeah the ace
i’m coming through giving you marks yeah a taste
of the southside, ’cause we so real
we coming red and blue, so what the f_ck you feel?
it ain’t a f_cking color, it’s about the truce
so now i’m back out there in my f_cking deuce
rolling up the block, i’m banging trunk open
with the pop up, popped up, and i’m smoking
man bubble eyes, beaming so far
i could see you if you was crestmont park
and i was on [?] drinking on my 40
h_ll nah n_gga, a four man, a party
in my f_cking ride, hitting them to the left
and then to the right, dropped the drop yep
man so real, me and that blunt
coming through this motherf_cker man, yeah a front
for them f_cking hoes, i be fronting broke
because these buster b_tches gotta keep my pockets loaded
with the f_cking paper, the heads just be ringing
the bells just be singing
and i will just be swinging
elbows left to the right
popped the trunk yeah that’s right
southside n_gga, yeah we roll tight
i don’t give a d_mn, and i don’t give a f_ck
we still coming through_
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