Project Pat - Elvis Presley Blvd. lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Hood Billionaire n***a need that quinine I'm makin' more with the bakin' soda, don't hate on me You know where I'm at though [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft n***a and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them p**y crackers they can bring the dogs [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got Priscilla, I got Priscilla I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla I been that n***a, I been that n***a I bend that corner, I'm stackin' scrilla [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft n***a and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My face familiar, my face familiar Half a milli for the whip, this b**h'll hurt your feelings I could fly Priscilla, send her in the mail She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD That needle hit your vein, your a** gon' holla ''good God'' You feel that itch, you feel that itch That h**n movin' fast, boy, I'm gettin' rich [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft n***a and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Run up in the trap, I push the panic bu*ton Lil' 'Toine snortin' coke, he ain't scared of nothin' Bumpin' Playa Fly until a player die Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em five My bakin' soda fine, I'm bakin' over dimes I got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mine I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Can I park an airplane in a n***a yard? [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them p**y crackers they can bring the dogs [Verse 4: Project Pat] Crushin' them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin' on the dope Bringin' down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off Hard work pays off, get more if you sellin' soft Catch you slippin out here though, my dog, we knock yo melon off Memph-ghanistan, shoot them rifles long like African Got them young boys shootin' sh** up like Africans Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these b**hes come Stackin' funds off the d**, me go quick to rob the plugs n***a mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing Iced 'em with the heater, took his sh**, it's a cold game His n***as know I done it, now it's rumors they want my head Got my Russian b**h sleepin' with me right in the bed My n***as k**in' about this sh**, for reallin' about this sh** f** around and get a hundred years, dawg, about this sh** [Hook: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft n***a and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them p**y crackers they can bring the dogs Bring the dogs They can bring the dogs Go get the dogs Go bring the dogs Go bring the dogs Go bring the dogs Go get your dogs Go get your dogs