[{"id":24129019,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"The Project Pat Collective (Dragged-N-Chopped)","duration":233.534694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man\nHere you go\nMan that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\nYeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\nAnd turn him on in\nWe need to man to make that little change man\nGet some mo' beers or something\nYeah, we gone do that\nNeed to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\nA little bit more\nAt least for us or something dang\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\nSee I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\nMomma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\nI got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\nPut that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\nSee I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\nProject ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There\n artist: Project Pat\n album: The Project Pat Collective (Dragged-N-Chopped)\n duration_ms: 233535\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey pass me a beer man\n Here you go\n Man that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\n Slagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\n With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\n That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\n To be up for them 4-5 days\n Naw, I heard he shot somebody man\n For real?\n That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\n I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\n That's why the police been drivin' around so hard\n Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\n Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\n And turn him on in\n We need to man to make that little change man\n Get some mo' beers or something\n Yeah, we gone do that\n Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\n This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\n A little bit more\n At least for us or something dang\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\n If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\n Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\n Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\n See I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\n Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\n Momma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\n Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\n I got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\n That a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\n Put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\n Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\n See I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\n Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\n Project ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\n Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Where I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\n All I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\n Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\n Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\n My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n Hollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\n Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n Don't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\n I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\n It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n"},{"id":503348,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Ghetty Green","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man\nHere you go\nMan that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\nYeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\nAnd turn him on in\nWe need to man to make that little change man\nGet some mo' beers or something\nYeah, we gone do that\nNeed to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\nA little bit more\nAt least for us or something dang\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\nSee I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\nMomma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\nI got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\nPut that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\nSee I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\nProject ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.57]Hey, pass me a beer, man\n[00:03.92]Here you go\n[00:05.85]Man, that nigga been standing there\n[00:07.55]On the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\n[00:09.98]For about the last 4-5 days, man\n[00:12.17]With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n[00:14.66]I don't even think so\n[00:15.47]I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\n[00:17.66]He had to be smoking or snortin' something\n[00:20.12]To be up for them 4-5 days\n[00:21.71]I heard he shot somebody, man\n[00:23.75]For real?\n[00:25.14]That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n[00:27.38]Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n[00:29.85]I think that's the nigga he supposed\n[00:31.19]To be frontin' his money to\n[00:32.22]That's why, that's why the police\n[00:33.68]Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n[00:35.33]Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n[00:37.08]Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n[00:39.75]528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n[00:41.23](Watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:41.47](Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n[00:42.37]We need to, man\n[00:42.75](Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n[00:44.86]Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n[00:46.76](Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n[00:47.75](Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n[00:49.06]Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n[00:50.32]Make this neighborhood\n[00:51.19]Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\n[00:52.83]A little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:53.45]At least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\n[00:56.04]Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\n[00:56.78]Player, can you dig?\n[00:58.03]Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n[01:01.42]If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n[01:04.44]Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n[01:07.31]Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n[01:10.38]See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n[01:13.47]Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n[01:16.42]Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n[01:19.44]Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n[01:22.42]I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n[01:25.41]That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n[01:28.29]Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n[01:31.21]Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n[01:34.23]See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n[01:37.37]Why you in my grill\n[01:38.55]And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n[01:40.22]Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n[01:43.32]Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n[01:46.48]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[01:49.39]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[01:52.30]Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[01:55.33]Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[01:58.36]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[02:01.36]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[02:04.39]Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[02:07.32]Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[02:10.08]Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n[02:12.98]On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n[02:15.96]Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n[02:19.03]Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n[02:22.03]It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n[02:24.95]But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n[02:27.77]Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n[02:30.95]Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n[02:34.09]All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n[02:36.98]Get her drunk, take her to the back\n[02:38.83]Put dick in her mouth\n[02:39.96]Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n[02:42.90]Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n[02:45.77]You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n[02:48.98]I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n[02:51.91]Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n[02:53.87]Went and bought a deal\n[02:54.90]Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n[02:58.35]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[03:01.34]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[03:04.45]Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[03:07.37]Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[03:10.37]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[03:13.34]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[03:16.47]Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[03:19.37]Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[03:22.38]Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n[03:25.53]A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n[03:28.53]Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n[03:31.58]Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n[03:34.56]The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n[03:37.52]The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n[03:40.57]You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n[03:43.52]Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n[03:46.56]My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n[03:50.10]Hollowpoint hit him\n[03:50.77]Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n[03:52.53]Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n[03:55.56]Don't want to scare ya'\n[03:56.66]Say you a man, then face the terror\n[03:58.51]I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n[04:01.59]Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\n[04:04.53]It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n[04:07.52]You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n[04:10.37]Blunt to my lips, gun on my 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somebody, man\n[00:23.70] For real?\n[00:25.13] That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n[00:27.30] Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n[00:29.82] I think that's the nigga he supposed\n[00:31.13] To be frontin' his money to\n[00:32.24] That's why, that's why the police\n[00:33.64] Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n[00:35.32] Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n[00:37.06] Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n[00:39.78] 528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n[00:41.26] (Watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:41.49] (Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n[00:42.37] We need to, man\n[00:42.75] (Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n[00:44.88] Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n[00:46.74] (Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n[00:47.72] (Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n[00:49.02] Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n[00:50.38] Make this 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street or my ride, mane\n\n See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n Why you in my grill\n And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n\n It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n\n All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n Get her drunk, take her to the back\n Put dick in her mouth\n Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n\n You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n Went and bought a deal\n Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\n The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\n My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n Hollowpoint hit him\n Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n\n Don't want to scare ya'\n Say you a man, then face the terror\n I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n\n Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\n It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n"},{"id":21813775,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"null","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man.\n\nHere you go.\n\nMan that nigga been standing on the same god damn\nSpot slagin that shit about the last 4-5 days man.\n\nWit the same clothes on aint even been home yet.\n\nI dont even think so i wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin something\nTo up for them 4-5 days\n\nNaw i heard he shot somebody man.\n\nForreal?\n\nThats the reason why he probably cant go home.\n\nYeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man\nI think thats the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to.\n\nThats why the police been drivin around so hard.\n\nYeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call\n528-CASH that nigga ass.\n\nAnd turn him on in.\n\nWe need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers\nOr something.\n\nYeah we gone do that.\n\nNeed to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man.\n\nA little bit more.\n\nAtleast for us or somthing dang.\n\nChorus 2X\nBlunt to my lips.\nGun on my hip.\nRocks in my sock.\nPocket full of chips.\nWatchin for the pigs.\nSplitin hataz wigs.\nStackin me some grip.\nPlaya can ya dig.\n\n(Project Pat)\nProject Pat a nigga thats down for his crown mane. if your ass\nStep ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane thats if i get caught\nMane. push me to the edge so it really aint my fault mane. see\nI gotta die man. dont you even try man. enemies gone bleed once\nI let these bullets fly mane. momma gonna cry mane. i like to get\nHigh mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. i got's to\nGet mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but\nI done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on\nThe grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my\nRide mane. see i aint a fool mane. fuck listen to you mane. why\nYou in my grill and you knowin we aint cool mane. project aint\nA duck mane. see i know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a\nMotherfucking slut mane.\n\nChorus 2X\n\nWhere im from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if\nHis ass dont get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to\nClear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it\nWas said i would end up dead working in the streets but the\nStreets is the only thang i see payin me quarter key fuck\nServin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin tv's\nMan im tryin to make all i can my nigga puncho at a hoes\nHouse get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her\nMouth leave the dront door unlocked my nig turn the radio\nPull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should\nKnow that a burglary really aint for me i just got out the\nTentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise\nWent a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal ima keep\nIt real.\n\nChorus 2X\n\nHataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game\nSplita im also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the 9 mila\nYour cap i drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga\nShall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya im zoned of that brown\nLiquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin\nRumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a\nKidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands\nYou get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error\nDont wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror i know these\nBullets will pop your shit off like a meleon lets bust it up man\nFuck man who you tellin its armagedeon the North Memphis crack we\nSellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin.\n\nChorus Fades Out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There\n artist: Project Pat\n album: 'null'\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey pass me a beer man.\n\n Here you go.\n\n Man that nigga been standing on the same god damn\n Spot slagin that shit about the last 4-5 days man.\n\n Wit the same clothes on aint even been home yet.\n\n I dont even think so i wonder if he smoking or selling\n That shit he had to be smoking or snortin something\n To up for them 4-5 days\n\n Naw i heard he shot somebody man.\n\n Forreal?\n\n Thats the reason why he probably cant go home.\n\n Yeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man\n I think thats the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to.\n\n Thats why the police been drivin around so hard.\n\n Yeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call\n 528-CASH that nigga ass.\n\n And turn him on in.\n\n We need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers\n Or something.\n\n Yeah we gone do that.\n\n Need to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make\n This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man.\n\n A little bit more.\n\n Atleast for us or somthing dang.\n\n Chorus 2X\n Blunt to my lips.\n Gun on my hip.\n Rocks in my sock.\n Pocket full of chips.\n Watchin for the pigs.\n Splitin hataz wigs.\n Stackin me some grip.\n Playa can ya dig.\n\n (Project Pat)\n Project Pat a nigga thats down for his crown mane. if your ass\n Step ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane thats if i get caught\n Mane. push me to the edge so it really aint my fault mane. see\n I gotta die man. dont you even try man. enemies gone bleed once\n I let these bullets fly mane. momma gonna cry mane. i like to get\n High mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. i got's to\n Get mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but\n I done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on\n The grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my\n Ride mane. see i aint a fool mane. fuck listen to you mane. why\n You in my grill and you knowin we aint cool mane. project aint\n A duck mane. see i know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a\n Motherfucking slut mane.\n\n Chorus 2X\n\n Where im from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if\n His ass dont get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to\n Clear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it\n Was said i would end up dead working in the streets but the\n Streets is the only thang i see payin me quarter key fuck\n Servin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin tv's\n Man im tryin to make all i can my nigga puncho at a hoes\n House get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her\n Mouth leave the dront door unlocked my nig turn the radio\n Pull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should\n Know that a burglary really aint for me i just got out the\n Tentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise\n Went a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal ima keep\n It real.\n\n Chorus 2X\n\n Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game\n Splita im also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the 9 mila\n Your cap i drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga\n Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya im zoned of that brown\n Liquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin\n Rumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a\n Kidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands\n You get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error\n Dont wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror i know these\n Bullets will pop your shit off like a meleon lets bust it up man\n Fuck man who you tellin its armagedeon the North Memphis crack we\n Sellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin.\n\n Chorus Fades Out\n"},{"id":34889378,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Singles","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, pass me a beer, man\nHere you go\nMan, that nigga been standing there\nOn the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\nFor about the last 4-5 days, man\n\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so\nI wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\nHe had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\n\nI heard he shot somebody, man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\nI think that's the nigga he supposed\nTo be frontin' his money to\n\nThat's why, that's why the police\nBeen drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\nYeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n(Watchin' for the pigs)\n(Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n\nWe need to, man\n(Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\nGet some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n(Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n(Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\nTurn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n\nMake this neighborhood\nProbably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\nA little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\nAt least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\nOr something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\nPlayer, can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n\nSee, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\nMomma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n\nI got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\nPut that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n\nSee, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\nWhy you in my grill\nAnd you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\nProject ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n\nAll I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back\nPut dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise\nWent and bought a deal\nNigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him\nPull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\n\nDon't want to scare ya'\nSay you a man, then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] Hey, pass me a beer, man\n[00:03.97] Here you go\n[00:05.88] Man, that nigga been standing there\n[00:07.50] On the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\n[00:09.94] For about the last 4-5 days, man\n[00:12.10] With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n[00:14.67] I don't even think so\n[00:15.46] I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\n[00:17.67] He had to be smoking or snortin' something\n[00:20.17] To be up for them 4-5 days\n[00:21.73] I heard he shot somebody, man\n[00:23.70] For real?\n[00:25.13] That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n[00:27.30] Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n[00:29.82] I think that's the nigga he supposed\n[00:31.13] To be frontin' his money to\n[00:32.24] That's why, that's why the police\n[00:33.64] Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n[00:35.32] Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n[00:37.06] Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n[00:39.78] 528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n[00:41.26] (Watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:41.49] (Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n[00:42.37] We need to, man\n[00:42.75] (Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n[00:44.88] Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n[00:46.74] (Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n[00:47.72] (Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n[00:49.02] Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n[00:50.38] Make this neighborhood\n[00:51.17] Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\n[00:52.84] A little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:53.46] At least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\n[00:56.05] Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\n[00:56.74] Player, can you dig?\n[00:58.00] Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n[01:01.46] If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n[01:04.41] Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n[01:07.38] Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n[01:10.34] See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n[01:13.48] Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n[01:16.41] Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n[01:19.44] Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n[01:22.42] I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n[01:25.41] That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n[01:28.26] Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n[01:31.26] Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n[01:34.25] See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n[01:37.31] Why you in my grill\n[01:38.57] And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n[01:40.22] Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n[01:43.39] Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n[01:46.43] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[01:49.32] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[01:52.37] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[01:55.39] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[01:58.30] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[02:01.31] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[02:04.32] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[02:07.32] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[02:09.90] Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n[02:12.99] On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a 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hip\n[02:01.31] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[02:04.32] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[02:07.32] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[02:09.90] Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n[02:12.99] On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n[02:15.96] Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n[02:19.06] Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n[02:22.04] It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n[02:24.91] But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n[02:27.77] Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n[02:30.91] Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n[02:34.02] All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n[02:36.94] Get her drunk, take her to the back\n[02:38.84] Put dick in her mouth\n[02:39.91] Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n[02:42.95] Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n[02:45.78] You should know that a burglary, 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shit\n For about the last 4-5 days, man\n\n With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n I don't even think so\n I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\n He had to be smoking or snortin' something\n To be up for them 4-5 days\n\n I heard he shot somebody, man\n For real?\n That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n I think that's the nigga he supposed\n To be frontin' his money to\n\n That's why, that's why the police\n Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n 528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n (Watchin' for the pigs)\n (Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n\n We need to, man\n (Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n (Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n (Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n\n Make this neighborhood\n Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\n A little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\n At least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\n Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\n Player, can you dig?\n\n Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n\n See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n\n I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n\n See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n Why you in my grill\n And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n\n It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n\n All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n Get her drunk, take her to the back\n Put dick in her mouth\n Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n\n You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n Went and bought a deal\n Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\n The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\n My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n Hollowpoint hit him\n Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n\n Don't want to scare ya'\n Say you a man, then face the terror\n I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n\n Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\n It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n"},{"id":26255219,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man\nHere you go\nMan that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\nYeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\nAnd turn him on in\nWe need to man to make that little change man\nGet some mo' beers or something\nYeah, we gone do that\nNeed to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\nA little bit more\nAt least for us or something dang\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\nSee I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\nMomma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\nI got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\nPut that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\nSee I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\nProject ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There\n artist: Project Pat\n album: 'Mista Don''t Play: Everythangs Workin'\n duration_ms: 259000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey pass me a beer man\n Here you go\n Man that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\n Slagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\n With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\n That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\n To be up for them 4-5 days\n Naw, I heard he shot somebody man\n For real?\n That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\n I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\n That's why the police been drivin' around so hard\n Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\n Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\n And turn him on in\n We need to man to make that little change man\n Get some mo' beers or something\n Yeah, we gone do that\n Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\n This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\n A little bit more\n At least for us or something dang\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\n If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\n Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\n Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\n See I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\n Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\n Momma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\n Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\n I got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\n That a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\n Put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\n Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\n See I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\n Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\n Project ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\n Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Where I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\n All I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\n Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\n Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\n My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n Hollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\n Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n Don't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\n I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\n It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n"},{"id":37657172,"name":"Out There","trackName":"Out There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Music","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man\nHere you go\nMan that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\nYeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\nAnd turn him on in\nWe need to man to make that little change man\nGet some mo' beers or something\nYeah, we gone do that\nNeed to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\nA little bit more\nAt least for us or something dang\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\nSee I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\nMomma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\nI got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\nPut that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\nSee I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\nProject ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There\n artist: Project Pat\n album: Music\n duration_ms: 259000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey pass me a beer man\n Here you go\n Man that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\n Slagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man\n With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\n That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something\n To be up for them 4-5 days\n Naw, I heard he shot somebody man\n For real?\n That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too man\n I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\n That's why the police been drivin' around so hard\n Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah\n Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass\n And turn him on in\n We need to man to make that little change man\n Get some mo' beers or something\n Yeah, we gone do that\n Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make\n This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\n A little bit more\n At least for us or something dang\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane\n If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane\n Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane\n Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane\n See I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane\n Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane\n Momma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane\n Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane\n I got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane\n That a nigga did, but I done served my time mane\n Put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane\n Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride mane\n See I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane\n Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane\n Project ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane\n Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Where I'm from mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make\n All I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\n Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\n Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n\n Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch\n My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n Hollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them\n Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n Don't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror\n I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\n It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n"},{"id":18115685,"name":"Out There (Paused)","trackName":"Out There (Paused)","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Ghetty Green","duration":259.693,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey pass me a beer man\nHere you go\nMan that nigga been standing on the same God damn\nSpot slagin that shit about the last four-five days man\nWit the same clothes on ain't even been home yet\n\nI dont even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\nThat shit he had to be smoking or snortin something\nTo up for them four-five days\nNaw I heard he shot somebody man\nForreal?\nThats the reason why he probably cant go home\nYeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man\nI think that's the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to\n\nThats why the police been drivin around so hard\nYeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call\n528-cash that nigga ass\nAnd turn him on in\nWe need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers\nOr something\nYeah we gone do that\n\nNeed to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make\nThis neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\nA little bit more\nAtleast for us or somthing dang\n\nProject Pat a nigga that's down for his crown mane. if your ass\nStep ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane that's if i get caught\nMane. push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault mane. see\nI gotta die, man. don't you even try man. enemies gone bleed once\nI let these bullets fly mane. Momma gonna cry mane. I like to get\nHigh mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. I got's to\n\nGet mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but\nI done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on\nThe grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my\nRide mane. see I ain't a fool mane. fuck, listen to you mane. Why\nYou in my grill and you knowin we ain't cool mane. project ain't\nA duck mane. see I know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a\nMotherfucking slut mane\n\nBlunt to my lips\nGun on my hip\nRocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips\nWatchin for the pigs\nSplitin hataz wigs\nStackin me some grip\nPlaya can ya dig\n\nBlunt to my lips\nGun on my hip\nRocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips\nWatchin for the pigs\nSplitin hataz wigs\nStackin me some grip\nPlaya can ya dig\n\nWhere I'm from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if\nHis ass don't get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to\nClear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it\nWas said I would end up dead working in the streets but the\nStreets is the only thang I see payin me quarter key fuck\nServin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin TV's\nMan im tryin to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes\n\nHouse get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her\nMouth leave the front door unlocked my nig turn the radio\nPull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should\nKnow that a burglary really ain't for me I just got out the\nTentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise\nWent a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal I'ma keep\nIt real\n\nBlunt to my lips\nGun on my hip\nRocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips\nWatchin for the pigs\nSplitin hataz wigs\nStackin me some grip\nPlaya can ya dig\n\nBlunt to my lips\nGun on my hip\nRocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips\nWatchin for the pigs\nSplitin hataz wigs\nStackin me some grip\nPlaya can ya dig\n\nHataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game\nSplita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the nine mila\nYour cap I drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga\nShall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya I'm zoned of that brown\nLiquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin\nRumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a\n\nKidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands\nYou get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error\nDon't wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror I know these\nBullets will pop your shit off like a Mellon let's bust it up man\nFuck man who you tellin it's Armageddon the North Memphis crack we\nSellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin\n\nBlunt to my lips\nGun on my hip\nRocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips\nWatchin for the pigs\nSplitin hataz wigs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There (Paused)\n artist: Project Pat\n album: Ghetty Green\n duration_ms: 259693\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey pass me a beer man\n Here you go\n Man that nigga been standing on the same God damn\n Spot slagin that shit about the last four-five days man\n Wit the same clothes on ain't even been home yet\n\n I dont even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling\n That shit he had to be smoking or snortin something\n To up for them four-five days\n Naw I heard he shot somebody man\n Forreal?\n Thats the reason why he probably cant go home\n Yeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man\n I think that's the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to\n\n Thats why the police been drivin around so hard\n Yeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call\n 528-cash that nigga ass\n And turn him on in\n We need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers\n Or something\n Yeah we gone do that\n\n Need to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make\n This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man\n A little bit more\n Atleast for us or somthing dang\n\n Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown mane. if your ass\n Step ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane that's if i get caught\n Mane. push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault mane. see\n I gotta die, man. don't you even try man. enemies gone bleed once\n I let these bullets fly mane. Momma gonna cry mane. I like to get\n High mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. I got's to\n\n Get mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but\n I done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on\n The grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my\n Ride mane. see I ain't a fool mane. fuck, listen to you mane. Why\n You in my grill and you knowin we ain't cool mane. project ain't\n A duck mane. see I know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a\n Motherfucking slut mane\n\n Blunt to my lips\n Gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips\n Watchin for the pigs\n Splitin hataz wigs\n Stackin me some grip\n Playa can ya dig\n\n Blunt to my lips\n Gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips\n Watchin for the pigs\n Splitin hataz wigs\n Stackin me some grip\n Playa can ya dig\n\n Where I'm from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if\n His ass don't get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to\n Clear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it\n Was said I would end up dead working in the streets but the\n Streets is the only thang I see payin me quarter key fuck\n Servin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin TV's\n Man im tryin to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes\n\n House get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her\n Mouth leave the front door unlocked my nig turn the radio\n Pull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should\n Know that a burglary really ain't for me I just got out the\n Tentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise\n Went a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal I'ma keep\n It real\n\n Blunt to my lips\n Gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips\n Watchin for the pigs\n Splitin hataz wigs\n Stackin me some grip\n Playa can ya dig\n\n Blunt to my lips\n Gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips\n Watchin for the pigs\n Splitin hataz wigs\n Stackin me some grip\n Playa can ya dig\n\n Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game\n Splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the nine mila\n Your cap I drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga\n Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya I'm zoned of that brown\n Liquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin\n Rumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a\n\n Kidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands\n You get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error\n Don't wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror I know these\n Bullets will pop your shit off like a Mellon let's bust it up man\n Fuck man who you tellin it's Armageddon the North Memphis crack we\n Sellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin\n\n Blunt to my lips\n Gun on my hip\n Rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips\n Watchin for the pigs\n Splitin hataz wigs\n"},{"id":24065404,"name":"Out There (A Cappella)","trackName":"Out There (A Cappella)","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Chickenhead","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, pass me a beer, man\nHere you go\nMan, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?\nThat shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody, man\nFor real?\nThat's why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)\n(Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)\nWatchin' for the pigs\nSplittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)\n(Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip\nPlayer can you dig? (get some mo' beers or something)\nBlunt to my lips (we gone do that)\nGun on my hip (need to hurry up and gone)\nRocks in my sock (turn that nigga ass in, man)\n(Make this neighborhood a little bit safer man) pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs (a little bit more)\nSplittin' hater's wigs (at least for us, or something)\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'ma be down town, mane\nFourth floor bound, mane, that's if I get caught, mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\nSee, I gotta die, mane, don't you even try, mane\nEnemies gonna bleed, once I let these bullets fly, mane\nMomma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\nI got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\nThat, a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\nPut that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\nSee, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\nProject ain't a duck, mane, see I know what's up, mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nWhere I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass, if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street, is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-key, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s, mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho, at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nHaters like to get a playa twisted, in that bullshitter\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass get-a, shot up by the nine mill'-a\nYour cap, I drill-a, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga', should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned, off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors, like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\nMy trunk, is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollow-point hit him, pull out my gun, your hands you get them\nUp in the air-a, because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man? Then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off, like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis, crack, we sellin'\nYou pass me that potent weed, is what they yellin'\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Out There (A Cappella)\n artist: Project Pat\n album: Chickenhead\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey, pass me a beer, man\n Here you go\n Man, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\n Slangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man\n With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n I don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?\n That shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something\n To be up for them 4-5 days\n Naw, I heard he shot somebody, man\n For real?\n That's why he probably can't go home\n Yeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man\n I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\n That's why the police been drivin' around so hard\n Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)\n (Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock\n Pocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)\n Watchin' for the pigs\n Splittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)\n (Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip\n Player can you dig? 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kidnapping\nEvery motherfucker come out the shop with something clean, man\nBut when it all boil down, young nigga got fire ass hydro green green\nMan, I don't even buy my weed from that nigga over there, man\n\nMan, I'm telling you, man, I done seen the nigga with the\nFine ass Lexus bitch and some old things, you hear me?\n\nOh, man, that old young ass bitch, man, the bitch just\nWent to jail, goddamn it, for boosting and writing\nThese old bad ass checks around here and shit, man\nDamn that, men do what they want, boys do what they can, you heard me?","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] Man, I sure appreciate you bringing\n[00:04.69] These beers over here, man (Yeah, yeah)\n[00:06.39] The last nigga I had over here, man, that nigga\n[00:08.43] Talking about calling Factory Cash, that nigga cross\n[00:10.40] The port, he ain't got rid of this motherfucking ass\n[00:12.86] But man, damn all that, I seen the nigga had some\n[00:15.89] Clean ass wankies on that truck thing, you feel 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