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Correct Cheese & Dope Lyrics
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Correct Cheese & Dope
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[Project pat] Out here slanging on this blade prayin that I don't 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 fed chance after chance, but I got to dance Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver How the hell you rob us, don't go rob the robber Boy I'm gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out Mane you now what's 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 what's the word? For you dog, it's 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 I'm 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, I'm just out here stating facts Trying to stack me some papes, got my foot on you snakes I'm 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, don't you violate Nigga said he'd snitch on me dawg, I didn't 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 you, 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]
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