Dan The Automator - The Projects (PJays) lyrics

"It may take a long time, but my house will last forever - and it will have been worth it What are you going to build your house with?" [Dove] Yo I'm stayin where we gettin crazy love My noisy neighbors live just above me Up in 13-A, there's drama e'ryday The Super say he gon' fix the heat for sure Tchk, I done heard it five times before Three locks on every door - cause some folks got the tendency to take It ain't Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie Mills I never knew love like this could ever exist Four corners in your metropolis Yo it's the PJays pah! We exquisite like cars made in foreign See ain't a day out here, ever boring Where gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoring Pipes dripping, instead of rivers pouring The elevator's broken down (daaaamn!) And man I'm needin a lift Thank God we don't stay up on the twenty-fifth - floor, yo we ain't always at war It's a lot about the Projects I do adore Chorus: Dove, Del But you wouldn't understand it The PJays is like another planet Heavy like granite You wouldn't understand it The cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it's outlandish But you wouldn't understand it The PJays is like another planet You wouldn't understand it The cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it's outlandish "Yo it's the PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"where we live is called the Projects" -] Pos} ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"you might-might-might, might get done..") ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"where we live is called the Projects" -] Pos} ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"What was that you said?"} [Del the Funky h*mosapien] Come to our projects bout fo' in the morning So I can tell you what be goin on there One block gunshots some hot stuff Sell it to you for a buck, boy that ain't enough! (C'mon) Handcuffs on your brotherman; my wife's wonderin When you gonna fix that tenant's plumbing man? I'm tired - this ghetto's cool, but it's on fire I see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin wired Hookers for hire (what?) look at the plywood (look!) On the building where termites is living (EW) My wife sleeps peacefully, it ain't easy to me Cause I'm tripping off these peoples with they thievery Black white chicano - hell if I know Every guy know about the stolen cell phone I got the hook-up - police got me shook-up In court, can't even fart It's okay though, I got the building, that pay dough But some tenants act like they can say no (hey) I'm gettin older in my years Feel me? I got a folder worth of fears (yup) But it's cool, we gotta make it better (make it better) Don't take my sweater (c'mon) y'all make my head hurt I ain't even gonna finish this song, it's too long I'mma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thong Chorus