D.J. Paul - Whole Lotta Weed lyrics

Man let me hit that weed dog Man that sh** some dro Man that was f**ed up what happened to tha boy tha other day Man u know how these n***as do Violate real playaz and end up On the motherf**ing front page of the newspaper f** that s**er thats what he gets For running his motherf**ing mouth (b**h) [Hook 2x] Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed) Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you n***as (dont f** wit me) [Project Pat] Real playaz like to smoke a Stroke her off in her throata Bend ova let me poke her Roll up on some old dopea Dont take me fo a joka Hollows will make ya croaka My hands around your throata Grip grip tight like a choka' Hate hate me fo no reason Beat beat yo like a peon Pumpkin head whatchu getta It must be k**in season For some droppas and s**as Coward a** mothuf**as Poppin off at that cappa Could get you k**ed like othas Maybe its not yo time Maybe it could be mine Then put me in a box and bury me wit my nine-a Forty-Fo and my shotty Hatas up in this sorry Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body But thats if im a gonna For now smell the aroma Of brown cold liquor and potent marijuana Project Pat in this b**ha Tryin mayne to get richa The first hit off this dope is gonna hit cha [Hook 2X] Stay down about cho gama Fame-a I never claim-a A monkey's on my facea For those who are a stranga Strange cause I do not know ya Chip chip on yo shoulda Im knockin out yo teeths Fists hard just like a boulder I'm creepin in the Nova Somewhere out in Cordova A n***a done got bolder His life is gon be ova Grey tape with clip banana I kidnap I can handle He came to me with Anna He should of mind his manners I hit him with the Tec-a Damn near tore off his necka He prayin I'm gon squash him He shoulda prayed to Mecca You hataz like to tick me Squeeze triggaz till im empty This weed turned me out I damn near let it bit me I'm stealin to get higher Smokin nothin but that fire (Damn that was my last blunt dog) n***a you's a liar So cuz you tryin to screw me I told them man don't do me I'm drinkin on that brewsky This sh** is goin through me Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta.......... Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Out the pen once again It's yo dog stackin ends Makin cheese f**in hoes Knockin ducks off they toes Up the nose Goes the white Pimpin hoes take a flight Like a kite like a plane My n***a im the man Mista dont take no sh** Mista well take yo b**h Ten toes bout the biz Cowards can not handle these Scandalous paradnoid Bout to bust on my boys Check n***as fo they grip Pistols swing busted lip Busted chops that's yo a** Punk b**h wheres the cash Money green cheddar cheese All b**hes hit they knees Serve em up ready rock Distribute it on the track Always keep me a Glock Place it up to your back Fat sacks your smokin on Mack man wit a tone P-A-T bout the lout Ridin by then I shoot Who's to say cheefin hay Hustlin to get pay Round the clock Round the way Gettin mines every day