the devil cries , I've got to take my chances, Spend my nights in wild romances, And hold on to what Is holdin' on to me, Now doesn't this all seem familiar
laugh when the devil cries , I've got to take my chances, Spend my nights in wild romances, And hold on to what Is holdin' on to me, Now doesn't
Tradução: Pat Green. Holdin 'On.
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team) Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen) Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator) I'm the
up and down wayside, From greens road to that antoine drive, Crew on da side playin nba live, I'm too cool for school ridin on buckhide, Turnin heads
on them 4s, ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Cant see me, i cant be stopped. Its the young don smokin green colored
down or a bizurp Whatever you can stand, floats you're boat makes ya twizurp Yes, I fucks wit you if you smoke on green or sip on lean Yea whatever,
the stage on BET And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street First rule to put T-Watches on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove Street [Outro -
cause you done got touched with it Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot Tell
ya set, let me see ya sign Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind While the gettin's good, gettin' mine, represent the hood Try to hold
Green Escalade, full of green grenades You hoez always hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit But everytime I turn around you got our name on your
[juicy j] Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin North memphis pistols totin totin Baby bottles full of cert With that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on
(Ooh) I say like uh, uh, I say like, uh, uh (Ooh) Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw It be like Pat-B-B-B Pat-B-B-B really raw Come again
dummy, tell on me Its Mr. Greed, Ima take it from him Send a hurse, when shit get worse, this gon' end wit drama local nerves glocken on perv's then
diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on
[Swizz] Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz 4x] We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break '
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me Just like it's
