we're ping-ponging through those big black holes and on rumpilicheons we sometimes hold we're ping-ponging through those big black holes and on rumpilicheons we sometimes hold
just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin' on green, if you got it, twist it on up DP's givin' a fuck, R.B.G.'d up in some gangsta
on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz]4x We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat '
's up? now you can determine The west coast niggaz is down with erick sermon on the g tip We trips hard on the opposition Three niggaz on a mission so
act a fool What's up? Now you can determine The West Coast niggaz is down with Erick Sermon on the G tip We trips hard on the opposition Three niggaz on
to sit on hallway post up No matter where I go it's always post up Feels just like it's in my hood Cops drive in it every five minutes Look at your faces pat
I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on
(Pat Green) Hello California, Sure is strange to be here today. What's a boy from down in Austin Doin' in the city of angels anyway? So won't ya come
of the sun, you cannot count the miles until you fell them, you cannot hold a lover that is gone. Chorus Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping, silently the blanket green
far away from you, yeah Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Chorus Three days and nights to put some life back in this man I ain't holding
by Pat Green 2000 Greenhorse Music/BMI. All Rights Reserved When the rain falls on Washington Avenue, We would close our eyes and hold our breath, That
lies Chorus: I'm hanging on, my mouth hanging open World spinning faster, round and round Hey what's the matter, you look unexpected Like you took a right turn on
half a mind to call her Half a mind to go Jump a big jet liner And wing it on my way back home And all the morning it was raining on the streets of
[juicy j] Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin North memphis pistols totin totin Baby bottles full of cert With that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on
Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on
moving on swangas, and knocking off the side rolling Gotta give it up to the Fat Pat, nigga cause we Southside holding Rolling in luxury cars, sipping on
stay) We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team) Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen) Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
put this shit down, you dig what im sayin? these niggas wanna cop lookin ass nigga, sumthin like Atlanta niggas right? know what im sayin, hold on dis