Kenny McCloud - Projects lyrics

(Verse 1) Me and Keita Rock, off to our spot in the PJ's Where our n***as hold rocks... and Glocks and AK's Put our little homies up on game... Give 'em some change 2 months pa**ed, 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***as 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 sh** go So don't be f**in' with them projects on the West Coast Yeah... you gotta bad b**h, huh? You wanna roll through the projects get your dick s**ed, and get f**ed? But you got f**ed in the wrong kind of f**-in Wrong color car, n***as saw your car and start bustin' No questions askin' Just n***as who be mashin' In Watts... they got some real cold a**a**ins (Chorus - Swoop G) Yeah, Wilmington Arms... Where my n***as got the straps Nickerson Gardens... Where my n***as got the sacks Jordan Downs... That's when my n***as kick it at: In the projects... In the projects... Yeah... I said, Wilmington Arms... Where my n***as got the gats Nickerson Gardens... That's where them n***as got the sacks Jordan Downs... That's when my n***as 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 sh** Go and get a cup... what up? (I ain't seen you in a minute) On the D-L livin' it up (Ay, Juice...) What? (You know what happened to cup?) (They caught him paper chasin', he wasn't givin' a f**) (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 Everytime Hold to make a knot What cha got on the drink? Headed to the store, across the street from the projects Gun play... that sh** 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 (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Keita Rock) Swoop G, let me put you up on some project sh** In Southern California, n***as 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 a**ed-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 co*k So I grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spot Put it to my side, and hang through the parkin' lot Little n***as like: "Blood, that's Keita Rock... He f**s with the big home boy Stutter-Box" So back the f** up, n***a You're crowdin' my space It's the n***a with that L.A. Dodger face d**h Row blew a flame Piru, 60 gang And every project that I bang through, respect my name (Chorus)