Patron
(专辑: New Joc City - 2006)
[Yung Joc] (Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?) New Joc City (Here it is) But right now, you 'bout to witness a
nigga gone off that Patron (Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!) (Boyz N
Da Hood) The
next round on you nigga, ha ha Now what I
want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?) Take that shit to the
motherfucking head, to the
flo' nigga Let's go [Chorus] I
just bought a
zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me I
just bought a
zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the
deuces ery'time I
ride by Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the
deuces ery'time I
ride by [Verse One] C'mon me tell me what it do, I
do it for the A
When the
top drop, rock the
platinum Cartier Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates Ice links 'round my neck looking like I
build gates I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I
got the
pumps Pockets on swoll looking like they got the
mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the
riches From the
look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's Pass that Patron, the
lime's right thurr Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch See the
J's on my feet, and she love the
diamond cuts Fresh to death, everyday like I
jumped up out a
caskets Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the
cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the
carpet [Chorus] [Verse Two] I
mix Patron and Everglow, I
call it anti-freeze Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees Mister V.I.P., get it like me Ice piece on my wife beat I
call it Ice-T Kush by the
seven, I
call it Mike Vick She call me officer I
hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean need anger management You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit 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, rolling on a
'gar I
plead to the
judge I'm guilty of the
charge I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star You see the
yellow ice, you holla oh my God Trying to guess the
price, ehh about thirty large [Chorus] [Verse Three] Ery'body wanna know, how I
do my thang Yeah I
get money and I
let my nuts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the
left My rims sitting tall 'til I
dim the
knee steps I
just see what I
want, then I
go get it The
apple jelly Chevy with the
peanut butter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I
hang with them goons and the
boys keep them tools I
hustle all day, that's just how I
live Stack them big faces, give the
strippers dollar bills Check the
dictionary for a
P.I.M.P. And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see Young J-O-C, yeah that's me Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's [Chorus] [Outro] I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me