Yung Joc - Patron lyrics

[Yung Joc] (Ohhh!) Uh-huh (sh**! What up Chino Dolla?) New Joc City (Here it is) But right now, you 'bout to witness a n***a gone off that Patron (Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, sh**!) (Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you n***a, ha ha Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do n***a?) Take that sh** to the motherf**ing head, to the flo' n***a Let's go [Chorus] I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly n***az throw the deuces ery'time I ride by Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly n***az throw the deuces ery'time I ride by [Verse One] C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's Pa** that Patron, the lime's right thurr Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr Wink my eye at your b**h, now she wishing she could touch See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts Fresh to d**h, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet [Chorus] [Verse Two] I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees Mister V.I.P., get it like me Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice-T Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean need anger management You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven sh** These n***az wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana b**h Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large [Chorus] [Verse Three] Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps I just see what I want, then I go get it The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut bu*ter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools I hustle all day, that's just how I live Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P. And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see Young J-O-C, yeah that's me Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's [Chorus] [Outro] I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me