way while I recline on em I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking I rearrange the neighborhood, when I'm pulling up knocking I know
But I Say Rumble I Call It Legal Drama Cuz Ev'rybody Know Willy Non A Mexicano That's Why It's Personal I'm Comin Out With Cleats When I Say Arizona I
with me We can ride on some niggas for nuthin' at all Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em, let's go get 'em LBC in this muthafucka 'cuz I had to show
best I had. Best I ever had. Best I ever had. Best I ever had. Best i ever had. when I think of you undressed [Verse 2] Future, sex, Love, I be on
Sean, let's do that shit like this (How we doin it just like this) Okay (Ya know what I'm sayin'?) Let's ride on 'em (Buck all y'all) Ya heard? It's
se yo se yo se lo que tiene pa' me I know I know I know what you got for me I know I know I know what you got for me [Prophet Posse: mafia mafia mafia
hood Cops drive in it every five minutes Look at your faces pat your waists Try to find a stash where the gats and base is I can't say that they racist But I know
with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin' And for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin' You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin
at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin
can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em LBC in this muthafucka 'cause I had to show these niggas
known since we been gone good, since this early morn Biggity bust 'em, dust 'em, make 'em put plugs in donuts In my hood, I'm like wassup with somethin
Chorus Move Mutha Fucka, Move Mutha Fucka Move (till verse starts) (Project Pat) Should I, come wit the style that you niggaz love Gangsta's on that
a blue steel wit em I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em Let 'em meet mom, share my last
me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater
W.K., and his brother named Pat And my partna named Screw, so I let the trunk crack What they know about that, haters better chill Plus I'm packing somnething
while I recline on em I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking I rearrange the neighborhood, when I'm pulling up knocking I know these
and Fat Pat maybe hit 'em with the ghetto they'll know that I'm real and know that I'm still like UGK keepin it trill look at the grill I promise I'll
fuck with it And I'ma hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee Rep-ing PAT like a young MC Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready Bro well you already