Slangin' Rocks Lyrics - Ghetty Green - Project Pat

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Day and night, night and day, nigga gotta get some pay 

Standing out, with my rocks, and my Glock 

Chiefin' Hay, anyway that I can 

My nigga, you understand? 

Gotta bring twenty strong before I can serve your jaws 

Double up, man what's up? Got the pot, rock it up 

Mixed it in some B-12's, now my shit done blown up 

Shake the ball, 'round the chop 'til the ball get real hard 

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Cut me down some twenties, then I'm standin' out in the yard 

Junkies coming back and forth, one tried to run off with dope 

Caught him round the corner and I shot the maggot in the throat 

Don't be playin' with my cheese, all I get is 2-0-Z's 

One day I'm gone be the fucking man, out here slangin' keys 

Until then, I'm the nigga runnin' from the undercover 

Narcotic boys jumpin' fences tryna catch a brother 

Happy things is all I hear but I'm stayin 'bout my hog 

One day, I'll be pushin' Lex but today, it's Cutlass dog 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

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Slangin' rocks all good with me, downest bitch that would be me 

I be on your side like hip-bone and nigga you will see 

That your misses lady, your baby will cover up what you didn't 

You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy, I ain't bullshittin' 

So send me out on a mission, we can take they position 

We got that china, canary-yellow, we on all you bitches 

So come on down, you're the next contestant on my dope list 

I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that I rode in this bitch 

And we 'bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down 

We takin' full charge, can't nothin' be done 

'Til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all" 

I'm from the south 

So what you mean, you ain't heard about? 

All them birds that's flyin' south 

That's flyin' straight into your mama's house 

Don't be sayin' you got the clout 

'Cause we all know who really runnin' thangs 

All you bustas must behave 

'Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same 

I hope you are feeling that I'm lovin' it if you liking it 

If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit 

I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit, wooh 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

Slangin' rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block 

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