F/ Juice, Keita Rock


Me and Keita Rock, off to our spot in the pj's

Where our n****s hold rocks... And glocks and ak's

Put our little homies up on game...

Give 'em some change

2 months passed, they move 32 whole thangs

Keys... Og's, set up shop

And let the bg's hold the block

And work the spots

And tote them glocks

So you might get shot

Them little n****s in the projects be bangin' a lot

Now... Don't you know that you was trippin' when you came through?

Tryin' to buy your work and wasn't framed up with no blue?

Got jacked, couldn't react...

Don't get back

Left you naked in the parking lot, holdin' your sack

And that's... Just... How the s**t go

So don't be fu***n' with them projects on the West Coast

Yeah... You gotta bad b***h, huh?

You wanna roll through the projects get your d**k sucked, and get f****d?

But you got f****d in the wrong kind of f**k-in

Wrong color car, n****s saw your car and start bustin'

No questions askin'

Just n****s who be mashin'

In Watts... They got some real cold assassins

(Chorus - Swoop G)

Yeah, Wilmington Arms...

Where my n****s got the straps

Nickerson Gardens...

Where my n****s got the sacks

Jordan Downs...

That's when my n****s kick it at:

In the projects...

In the projects...


I said, Wilmington Arms...

Where my n****s got the gats

Nickerson Gardens...

That's where them n****s got the sacks

Jordan Downs...

That's when my n****s kick it at:

In the projects...

In the projects...

(Verse 2 - Juice & Swoop G)

Pull up to the curb in that fresh, wet tint

Yup, they 100 spokes, ghetto fabulous

Remmy in my cup

Bangin' my own s**t

Go and get a cup... What up?

(I ain't seen you in a minute)

On the D-L livin' it up

(Ay, Juice...)


(You know what happened to cup?)

(They caught him paper chasin', he wasn't givin' a fuck)

(You got them sacks on deck?)

Yup, you know it...

20's, 50's, 100's, you know the streets, we run it

I'ma get mine


Hold to make a knot

What cha got on the drink?

Headed to the store, across the street from the projects

Gun play... That s**t still crack

Some get hit and don't hit back

Front-back, side-to-side

3-wheel motion

We floss the most and it's on

Representing the projects


(Verse 3 - Keita Rock)

Swoop G, let me put you up on some project s**t

In Southern California, n****s call 'em the bricks

Some bang Blood... Some bang Crip

I met a bad a**, yellow-bone, project b***h

So you know, like I know

That I'm assed-out to the Pablo's

In the blue Ford

Blue Khaks

Blue Chucks, with the tongue fold

Pablo's??? From the parkin' lot

A n***a life on the line, for a piece of c***

So I grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spot

Put it to my side, and hang through the parkin' lot

Little n****s like: " Blood, that's Keita Rock...

He fucks with the big home boy Stutter-Box"

So back the f**k up, n***a

You're crowdin' my space

It's the n***a with that L. A. Dodger face

Death Row blew a flame

Piru, 60 gang

And every project that I bang through, respect my name

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Projects (feat. Keita Rock & Juice) Lyrics