Cheese And Dope Lyrics - Mista Don't Play - Project Pat

(Project Pat) 

out here slanging on this blade praying that I don't get cut 

by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz 

cutting ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs 

nigga's stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass 

I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn 

When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned 

When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime 

Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance 

Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver 

I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy 

I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth 

Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out 

When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope 

For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke 

ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here 

Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here 

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(chorus) 

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope 

I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' 

hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough 

what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy 

(Project Pat) 

Quarter bird, what's the word? for you dawgs is da low 

selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo' 

I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat 

On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats 

Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit 

You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws 

Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds 

Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes, 

you be stinkin' wit the flies 

walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro 

fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips, 

She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip 

Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood 

Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts 

Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes 

Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade 

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(chorus 2x) 

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope 

I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' 

hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough 

what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy 

You could duck from the tech, out da escalade 

Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid 

If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade 

Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade 

Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid 

Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate 

Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate 

Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave 

Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear 

Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here 

Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go 

Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full 

Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep 

Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet 

Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too 

If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool. 

(chorus till end) 

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope 

I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' 

hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough 

what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy