mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce
candy. Comin out the salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top,
Pat Green: I learned almost everything that I know Without ever gainin' knowledge Brad Paisley: In college Chorus 2 Brad Paisley: Those were the best days of my life Pat Green
Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce
worse, this gon' end wit drama local nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q snitch killer
d still be the same I'ma hustle hard in the rain, see the snow (Snow) I'ma hustle green, hustle cane, hustle blow (Blow) Hustle on the block, hustle on yo' main ho Ladies smack down like Pat
little tight that summer, Marty had to take a second job, seems money was the answer, so she became a dancer, down there at the local topless bar. Chorus
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 bar
(Pat Green) I got a sister out in Charlotte I love her cause she's crazy in her head I got a brother he's a pilot Sometimes I pray I'll just see him
(Pat Green) Last night I had me a nightmare Dreamed that Texas was burning down...burning down And all them people, I had grown up to love Leaving town
(Pat Green) Marty had a boutique on the corner, Stanley was a trucker by his trade, And every time that Marty would shake her tail feathers, It would
(Pat Green) September comes to Texas just one time every year So we get our guns and our pickup trucks And a bunch of that Lone Star beer Well we head
(Pat Green) Chorus Adios days in the wide open prairie, Nights on the canyon are gone, Steven is dead and Johnny got married, Me I'm here all on my
m the state representative, man take a look Open your eyes up better wise up, now how you love that I'm in Memphis fucking chickenheads, me and Project Pat
bangin' that "We gon' make it" Ok, I can deal with this All the ladies starting screamin' "Where my real niggas" I seen Dave by the bar gettin' gin in
me rich I smell like Kurt when I pitch, nigga you get it homie I be in Orange Mound, drinking yellow drank nigga I might be with Quetpuff, and green
[Project Pat] As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell Couldn't tell, thought you was a man,