Whole Lotta Weed Lyrics - Mista Don't Play - Project Pat

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 niggaz (dont fuck wit me) 

(Project Pat) 

Real playaz like to smoke a 

Stroke a offa in her throata 

Bend ova let me poke her 

Rolla up some more dopa 

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 blea 

Pumpkin head whatchu getta 

It must be killin season 

For some droppas and suckas 

Coward ass mothufuckas 

Poppin off that cappa 

Could get chu killed 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 south 

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 bitcha 

Tryin to man get richa 

The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha 

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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 niggaz (dont fuck wit me) 

Stay down about cho gama 

Fama i never claima 

I mug ya in ya facea 

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 

so what i'm in codopa 

A nigga 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 hit me 

Smokin nothin but that fire 

(Damn that was my last line dog) 

Nigga you's a lia 

So you tryin to screw me 

I told you not to do me 

Im drinkin on that brewsky 

This shit is goin threw me 

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Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta... 

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey 

Out the pen 

One more gian 

Is yo dog stackin ens 

Makin cheese fuckin hoes 

Knockin ducks off they toes 

Up the nose 

Goes the white 

Pimpin hoes take a flight 

Like a kite like a plane 

My nigga im the man 

Mista dont take no shit 

Mista well take yo bitch 

Ten toes bout to biz 

Cowards cant handle these 

Scandle these pair north 

Bout to bust on my boys 

Check niggaz fo they grip 

Pistols swing busted lip 

Busted chops thats yo ass 

Punk bitch wheres the cash 

Money green chedder cheese 

All bitches hit they knees 

Serve em up ready to rock 

Disturbute them on da check 

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 mines every day