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Project Pat Ghetty Green Gold Shine (feat. Three 6 Mafia) Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine [Project Pat] Hoody hoo is the one Where we all play this game Gold chain pinky ring Say the hell for some fame Hustle in to tha in Aint afraid of the pen Treated dogs like it's ken Got his brand on his skin Drankin this of that henny I went to find some women A hoe can come with genny But she don't give a penny I'm out there havin plenny I'm slangin shit like Lenny From Good Times to South Park You can die like Kenny So try to get some money Fo those actin funny You stay about tha cheese mayn Muthafuckin hunny Now don't you be a dummy Play me like yo mummy I try to keep it business To keep food in my tummy Tha ghetty ghetty green On them 20's ridin clean Cause paper chasin Just I'm like a fiend It's yo boy Project Pat Never catch me droppin dimes I'm a let my gold shine I'm a let my gold shine [(Chorus) x2] All playas hustle in Let me see your gold shine All my playas coming up Let me see your gold shine Gold rangs gold chains gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine [Crunchy Black] Could it be a dream Crunchy bling bling Crunchy on the scene Rolex diamond ring Hypnotize bling When you see me I'm a shine like diamond In your fuckin screen [DJ Paul] Like a diamond I'm a shine free So you know its me Every time you writin rhymes Coco all you know its me Bustas always hatin me Knowin they be playin me Get a name right Next time you dissin me on this cd B [Gangsta Boo] Double O seven Money I was playin on a play station Ride by waving at you haters Holla at ya See ya later alligator Skin cold world bustin Cowards curtain You aint fuck what you mean playa [Juicy J] Playas from tha Hollywood Evergreen is my hood Smokin city Show them gold teeth Ridin in tha woods Brakin on some pound In tha south Memphis fuckin town Chiffin on some hay Every day Like a coupon [(Chorus) x2] [Project Pat] I was ridin through the wood Now pushin me a ? Nobody in tha hood Now my chrome I think I flips I was wishin I was you Now you wish you was me Take a walk in my shoes Ahh it could never be See you playas stayin down Till you rise like some hoe If he true to his game Then his game stayin in flow Who can go With this real ass shit That I spit If you real and you know it then mayn Toss a bitch To a real tight playa South side playa Mask on my mug When I blast on a hatea Boots what I'm pockin Robers are watchin Nine milaluga mayn That's what I'm pockin Flames I diminish I falls to the finish This aint Popye so I don't need me spinach I'm just a young mayn havin thangs on a grind I'm a let my gold shine I'm a let my gold shine [(Chorus) Till Fade] |
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