Project Pat lyrics
Project Pat lyrics
"We Can Get Gangsta lyrics"
S.O.S lyrics
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood It used to be so nice, it used to be so good So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S. O. S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S. O. S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on? You seem so far away though you are standing near
[Project Pat (talkin)]
Hello, hello, hello?
[Boogelou (talkin)]
Pat, whats up man, whats up?
[Project Pat (talkin)]
Boogelou, whats up man?
Man yea man, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg.
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Man dese folkz
gon try and make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin 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 nigga, man dis shit fucked up!
[Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed)
Said dey wanna get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought about da shit 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, assault
Den he ball off, wit da
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 fuck
?? stayed on mind, call dat nigga 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 shit 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 nigga came, wit da nigga, dey got out of 'Lac (Caddilac)
Fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, "Where da cheese at?"
Nigga took a s
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, nigga 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 niggaz azz off
Think we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off.
[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]
Two weeks later, still knowin bout da fuckery
Move dat a nigga pulled, spot a police watchin me
Watchin me, cause I fit description of a suspect
Pullin
"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 shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?"
Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell naw
Dey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit 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 nigga
Tech, didn't match da gun, Woons(police) bout to let me go
Stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.
[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...)
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood It used to be so nice, it used to be so good So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S. O. S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S. O. S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on? You seem so far away though you are standing near
Hello, hello, hello?
[Boogelou (talkin)]
Pat, whats up man, whats up?
[Project Pat (talkin)]
Boogelou, whats up man?
Man yea man, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg.
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Man dese folkz
gon try and make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin 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 nigga, man dis shit fucked up!
[Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed)
Said dey wanna get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought about da shit 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, assault
Den he ball off, wit da
Don't Cry A River For Me lyrics
do i stay do i go do i cool it do i blow blow a fuse burn it down step right in turn around here to go reckoning there`s a finger beckoning this is me changing i am leaving i am leaving a loner a loon howling at the moon write it in the sky rock n roll will never die and i thank you very much if you don`t cry a river for me i have drowned before-so don`t you cry cry a river for me i only got a few minutes to go don`t cry a river for me i learned how to swim and i learned how to move-so be cool c
goods to a ron-de-vou, spotdo i stay do i go do i cool it do i blow blow a fuse burn it down step right in turn around here to go reckoning there`s a finger beckoning this is me changing i am leaving i am leaving a loner a loon howling at the moon write it in the sky rock n roll will never die and i thank you very much if you don`t cry a river for me i have drowned before-so don`t you cry cry a river for me i only got a few minutes to go don`t cry a river for me i learned how to swim and i learned how to move-so be cool c
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 fuck
?? stayed on mind, call dat nigga 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 shit 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 nigga came, wit da nigga, dey got out of 'Lac (Caddilac)
Fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, "Where da cheese at?"
Nigga took a s
She Don't Know Me lyrics
What more can I do, there's nothing I haven't tried Still it's so hard for her to notice I've tried hard to be straight There's nothing left I can say If only she would look my way [Chorus:] She don't know me, she don't know She don't see me, she don't care She can't hear me, can't hear Can not help me, she don't want She don't want me like I want her Like I wan't her got to tell her Got to tell her that I love her That I love her She doesn't eve
niff, and he seen dat da shit was straightWhat more can I do, there's nothing I haven't tried Still it's so hard for her to notice I've tried hard to be straight There's nothing left I can say If only she would look my way [Chorus:] She don't know me, she don't know She don't see me, she don't care She can't hear me, can't hear Can not help me, she don't want She don't want me like I want her Like I wan't her got to tell her Got to tell her that I love her That I love her She doesn't eve
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, nigga 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 niggaz azz off
Think we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off.
[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]
Two weeks later, still knowin bout da fuckery
Move dat a nigga pulled, spot a police watchin me
Watchin me, cause I fit description of a suspect
Pullin
Carve Me In Sand lyrics
Such are lovers more than grace can seem The pictures of the immaculate Even their heaven bows to this earth The fairest, beautiful and withered Not even nature's own shapes can imagine Shameless and splendid with youth The winds now blow with feathers And tomorrow I wer them How the trees bow to subtlety And eden has fathered their souls Savour the nights for rain Your impetus has left me shapeless Beat the passion and carve me in sand Wondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrow A journey for
me, over, now he askin where my license atSuch are lovers more than grace can seem The pictures of the immaculate Even their heaven bows to this earth The fairest, beautiful and withered Not even nature's own shapes can imagine Shameless and splendid with youth The winds now blow with feathers And tomorrow I wer them How the trees bow to subtlety And eden has fathered their souls Savour the nights for rain Your impetus has left me shapeless Beat the passion and carve me in sand Wondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrow A journey for
"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 shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?"
Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell naw
Dey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit 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 nigga
Tech, didn't match da gun, Woons(police) bout to let me go
Stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.
[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...)
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)