Whole Lotta Weed

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, let me hit that weed dog Man, that shit some dro Man, that was fucked up what happened to the boy the other day Man you know how these niggas do Violate real players and end up on the motherfuckin' front page of the newspaper Fuck that sucker, that's what he gets, for runnin' his motherfuckin' mouth (Bitch) [Chorus] Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed) Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need) This 9mm (Will make you bleed) I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me) Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed) Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need) This 9mm (Will make you bleed) I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me) [Verse 1] Real players like to smoke a stroke her off in her throat-ah Bend over, let me poke her, roll up on some old dope-ah Don't take me for a joke-ah, hollows will make you croak-ah My hands around your throat, grip, grip tight like a chok-ah Hate, hate me fo no reason, beat, beat yo like a peon Pumpkinhead what you get-ah, it must be killin' season For some droppers and suckers, coward ass motherfuckers Poppin' off at the cap-ah, can get you killed like others Maybe it's not yo' time-ah, maybe it could be mine-ah Then put me in a box and bury me with my nine-ah .44 and my shotty, haters up in this sorry Wishin' that they put the bullets up in my body But that's if I'm a gone-ah, for now smell the aroma Of brown cold liquor and potent marijuana Project Pat in this bitch-ah, tryin', mane, to get rich-ah The first pull off this dope is gonna' hit ya [Chorus] Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed) Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need) This 9mm (Will make you bleed) I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me) Real players like to smoke a (Whole lotta' weed) Drinkin' bottles of that liquor (All that we need) This 9mm (Will make you bleed) I advise you niggas (Don't fuck with me) [Verse 2] Stay down about yo' game-ah, fame-ah I never claim-ah A monkey's on my face-ah, for those who are a strang-ah Strange, 'cause I do not know ya, chip, chip up on my should-ah I'm knockin' out yo' teeths, fists hard just like a boulder I'm creepin' in the Nova somewhere out in Cordova A nigga done got bolder, his life is gon' be ov-ah Grey tape with clip bandana I kidnap I can handle He came to me with anna, he should of mind his manners I hit him with the TEC-ah, damn near tore off his neck-ah He prayin', I'm gon squash him, he shoulda' prayed to Mecca You haters like to tick me, squeeze triggers 'til I'm empty This weed turned me out-ah, I damn near let it bit me I'm stealin' to get higher, smokin' nothin' but fire (Damn, that was my last blunt, dawg) Nigga you's a liar So 'cause you tryin' to screw me, I told them man don't do me I'm drinkin' on this brewsky, this shit is goin' through me [Bridge: Project Pat & DJ Paul] Whole lotta', whole lotta', whole lotta' Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 3: Project Pat : DJ Paul] (Whole lotta' weed) Out the pen once again, (Hey) it's yo' dog stackin' ends (Hey) Makin' cheese, fuckin' hoes, (Hey) knockin' ducks off they toes (Hey) Up the nose goes the white, (Hey) pimpin' hoes, take a flight (Hey) Like a kite, like a plane, (Hey) my nigga, I'm the man (Hey) Mista don't take no shit, (Hey) Mista well take yo' bitch (Hey) Ten toes 'bout the buiss, (Hey) cowards can not handle these (Hey) Scandalous paranoid, (Hey) 'bout to bust on my boys (Hey) Check niggas fo they grip, (Hey) pistols swing, busted lip (Hey) Busted chops that's yo' ass, (Hey) punk bitch where's the cash? (Hey) Money green cheddar cheese, (Hey) all bitches hit they knees (Hey) Serve 'em up, ready rock, (Hey) distribute it on the track (Hey) Always keepin' me a Glock, (Hey) place it up to your back (Hey) Fat sacks I'm smokin' on, (Hey) Mack mane, with a tone (Hey) P-A-T 'bout the loot, (Hey) ridin' by, then I shoot (Hey) Who's to say cheefin' hay, (Hey) hustlin' to get pay (Hey) Round the clock, round the way, (Hey) gettin' mines every day (Hey)