the devil cries , I've got to take my chances, Spend my nights in wild romances, And hold on to what Is holdin' on to me, Now doesn't this all seem familiar
laugh when the devil cries , I've got to take my chances, Spend my nights in wild romances, And hold on to what Is holdin' on to me, Now doesn't
Traduction: Pat Green. Holdin 'On.
Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on
I'm still on my grind 2 cash anotha check it's still on my mind I got rich down with a brick but with a rhyme like fat pat mayne hold up it's goin down
moving on swangas, and knocking off the side rolling Gotta give it up to the Fat Pat, nigga cause we Southside holding Rolling in luxury cars, sipping on
, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin
on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz]4x We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat '
stay) We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team) Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen) Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
on them 4s, ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Cant see me, i cant be stopped. Its the young don smokin green colored
down or a bizurp Whatever you can stand, floats you're boat makes ya twizurp Yes, I fucks wit you if you smoke on green or sip on lean Yea whatever,
the stage on BET And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street First rule to put T-Watches on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove Street [Outro -
cause you done got touched with it Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot Tell
ya set, let me see ya sign Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind While the gettin's good, gettin' mine, represent the hood Try to hold
Green Escalade, full of green grenades You hoez always hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit But everytime I turn around you got our name on your
[juicy j] Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin North memphis pistols totin totin Baby bottles full of cert With that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on
