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(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gonof dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright).
I抦 talkin'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood).
The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah.
Now what I want ya抣l to do(Whatcha want me to do?).
Take that shit to the muthafuckinhead. Let抯 go
[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J抯 on my feet
Im on dat Patron, so get like me [X2]
Er-er抌ody love me, boss so fly,
Niggas throw dey deuces er抰ime I ride by [X2]
[?]
C抦on, me tell me what it do, I do it for the 'A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier.
Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates.
Ice links around my neck, lookinlike I build gates.
I抦 Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps.
Pockets on swoll, lookinlike they got the mumps.
Im 'bout my change, gotta get the riches.
From the look of thangs ya抣l gettinJ.C. pennies.
Pass dat Patron, the limesright der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik抏r.
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch.
See the J抯 on my feet and she love the diamond cuts.
Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets.
Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic.
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge.
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet.
[Chorus]
[Yung Joc]
I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze.
Take one sip a drop off to her knees.
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat I call it Iced-t.
Cush by the seven抯 I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick.
My swag so mean, anger management.
You call it what you want, I抦 on some moeleven shit.
These niggas wanna hate, godammit we can handle it.
Mad 'cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch.
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollinon a 'gar.
I plead to the Judge, I抦 guilty of the charge.
Imma balla-holic, can抰 help it Imma star.
You see the yellow ice, you holla 揙h my God!Tynna guess the price, 揈h, 'bout thirty large.
[Chorus]
[?]
Er抌ody wanna know, how I do my thang?
Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang.
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left.
My rims sittintall 'til I a dim the knee-steps.
I just see what I want, then I go get it.
The apple jelly Chevy with peanut butter in it.
So don抰 get mad, Pimp keep it cool,
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools.
I hustle all day, thas just how I live,
Stackinthem big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills.
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P,
When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see?
Young G, Young C, yea thas me.
Twenty-eight G抯, on my feet twenty-three抯.
[Chorus (X2)]
Im on dat patron,
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
Get like me, get like me,
So gon on dat Patron, get like me