Project Pat - Whole Lotta Weed lyrics

[chorus 2x] Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed) Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you n***az (dont f** wit me) [project pat] Real playaz like to smoke a Stroke a offa in her throata Bend ova let me poke her Dont take me fo a joka Hollows will make ya croaka My hands around your throata Grip grip tight and choke her Hate hate me fo no reason Beat beat yo like a ??? Pumpkin head whatchu getta It must be k**in season For some droppas and s**as Coward a** mothuf**as Poppin off that cappa Could get chu k**ed like othas Maybe its not yo time Maybe it could be mine Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine Forty-fo and my side Hatas up in ??? Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body But thats if im a gonna When i smell the aroma Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana Project pat in this b**ha Tryin to man get richa The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha [chorus 2x] Stay down about cho gama Fama i never claima For those who are a stranga Strange couse i do not knowa Chip chip on yo shoulda Im knockin out yo teeths Hits hard just like a boulda Im creepin in the nova A n***a done got boulda His life is gon be ova Grey tape with clip bananna I kidnap i can handle He came to me with anna He should of mind his manners I hit him with the tecca Damn near tore off his necka He prayin im gon squosh him He shoulda prayed to mecca You hataz like to tick me Squeeze triggaz till im empty This weed turned me out I damn near let it ??? Smokin nothin but that fire (damn that was my last line dog) n***a you's a lia So you tryin to screw me I told you not to do me Im drinkin on that brewsky This sh** is goin threw me Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta.......... Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Out the pen One more get Is yo dog stackin ens Makin cheese f**in hoes Knockin ducks off they toes Up the nose Goes the white Pimpin hoes take a flight Like a kite like a plane My n***a im the man Mista dont take no sh** Mista well take yo b**h Ten toes bout to bes Cowards cant handle these Scandle these ? north Bout to bust on my boys Check n***az fo they grip Pistols ? busted lip Busted chops thats yo a** Punk b**h wheres the cash Money green chedder cheese All b**hes hit they knees Serve em up ready to rock Disturbute them ??? Always keep a mere glock Place it up to your back Fat sacks your smokin on Mack man wit a tone P-a-t bout the lout Ridin by then i shoot Whos to say cheefin hay Hustlin to get pay Round the clock Round the way Gettin minds every day