Cheese and Dope Lyrics
| Song | Cheese and Dope |
| Artist | Project Pat |
| Album | Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Out here slanging on this blade prayin that i don get cut | |
| By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts | |
| Cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs | |
| Nigga stiff me for a bag, ia shoot m in his ass | |
| I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn | |
| When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned | |
| Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime | |
| Takin' fair chance after chance, but i got to dance | |
| Take the rules of this shit, that's why i keep a revolver | |
| How the hell you rob us, don go rob the robber | |
| Boy i gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth | |
| Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out | |
| Mane you now what goin you got cheese, i got dope | |
| For da 900th strong, i got p, i got coke | |
| Ain't no credit give mane you could get from round here | |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here | |
| [chorus] | |
| I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope | |
| I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' | |
| Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough | |
| What you neeeeeeed brah, is to fuck wit yo boy | |
| [project pat] | |
| Quarter bird what the word? for you dog, it da low | |
| Sellinme babbage weed but you want the purest snow | |
| I'ma go, i'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat | |
| Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats | |
| Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit | |
| You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws | |
| Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies | |
| Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you right between the eyes, | |
| You be stankin' wit the flies | |
| Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro | |
| While i riding on chrome, wit yo bitch, smoking dro | |
| Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips, | |
| She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as i dip | |
| Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood | |
| Represent it, to da max, | |
| I just out here stating facts | |
| Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes | |
| I gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake | |
| [chorus 2x] | |
| You could duck from the tech, out tha escalade (caddilac) | |
| Once i get my cheese on a roll, then i must get paid | |
| If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade | |
| But you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade | |
| Sippin' on some paul a. mousson, like some sweet kool-aid | |
| Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate | |
| Nigga said he snitch on me dawg, i didn hesitate | |
| Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave | |
| Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear | |
| Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here | |
| Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go | |
| Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole | |
| Eyes red ass hell, cuz i ain't had a lick of sleep | |
| Snorted a quarter ball, so that u, could stay on my feet | |
| Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too | |
| If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool.. | |
| [chorus till end] |
| Out here slanging on this blade prayin that i don get cut | |
| By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts | |
| Cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs | |
| Nigga stiff me for a bag, i a shoot m in his ass | |
| I' ma show ' em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn | |
| When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned | |
| Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime | |
| Takin' fair chance after chance, but i got to dance | |
| Take the rules of this shit, that' s why i keep a revolver | |
| How the hell you rob us, don go rob the robber | |
| Boy i gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth | |
| Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out | |
| Mane you now what goin you got cheese, i got dope | |
| For da 900th strong, i got p, i got coke | |
| Ain' t no credit give mane you could get from round here | |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here | |
| chorus | |
| I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope | |
| I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' | |
| Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough | |
| What you neeeeeeed brah, is to fuck wit yo boy | |
| project pat | |
| Quarter bird what the word? for you dog, it da low | |
| Sellin me babbage weed but you want the purest snow | |
| I' ma go, i' ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat | |
| Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats | |
| Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit | |
| You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws | |
| Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies | |
| Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you right between the eyes, | |
| You be stankin' wit the flies | |
| Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro | |
| While i riding on chrome, wit yo bitch, smoking dro | |
| Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips, | |
| She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as i dip | |
| Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood | |
| Represent it, to da max, | |
| I just out here stating facts | |
| Trying to stack me some pape' s, got my foot on you snakes | |
| I gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake | |
| chorus 2x | |
| You could duck from the tech, out tha escalade caddilac | |
| Once i get my cheese on a roll, then i must get paid | |
| If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade | |
| But you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade | |
| Sippin' on some paul a. mousson, like some sweet koolaid | |
| Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don' t you violate | |
| Nigga said he snitch on me dawg, i didn hesitate | |
| Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave | |
| Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear | |
| Knowing it ain' t all to the good, you could get it here | |
| Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling " sip" let' s go | |
| Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole | |
| Eyes red ass hell, cuz i ain' t had a lick of sleep | |
| Snorted a quarter ball, so that u, could stay on my feet | |
| Trick' s in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too | |
| If you trusting hoes in this game, you' se a dammn fool.. | |
| chorus till end |
| Out here slanging on this blade prayin that i don get cut | |
| By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts | |
| Cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs | |
| Nigga stiff me for a bag, i a shoot m in his ass | |
| I' ma show ' em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn | |
| When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned | |
| Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime | |
| Takin' fair chance after chance, but i got to dance | |
| Take the rules of this shit, that' s why i keep a revolver | |
| How the hell you rob us, don go rob the robber | |
| Boy i gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth | |
| Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out | |
| Mane you now what goin you got cheese, i got dope | |
| For da 900th strong, i got p, i got coke | |
| Ain' t no credit give mane you could get from round here | |
| Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here | |
| chorus | |
| I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope | |
| I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' | |
| Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough | |
| What you neeeeeeed brah, is to fuck wit yo boy | |
| project pat | |
| Quarter bird what the word? for you dog, it da low | |
| Sellin me babbage weed but you want the purest snow | |
| I' ma go, i' ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat | |
| Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats | |
| Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit | |
| You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws | |
| Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies | |
| Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you right between the eyes, | |
| You be stankin' wit the flies | |
| Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro | |
| While i riding on chrome, wit yo bitch, smoking dro | |
| Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips, | |
| She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as i dip | |
| Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood | |
| Represent it, to da max, | |
| I just out here stating facts | |
| Trying to stack me some pape' s, got my foot on you snakes | |
| I gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake | |
| chorus 2x | |
| You could duck from the tech, out tha escalade caddilac | |
| Once i get my cheese on a roll, then i must get paid | |
| If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade | |
| But you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade | |
| Sippin' on some paul a. mousson, like some sweet koolaid | |
| Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don' t you violate | |
| Nigga said he snitch on me dawg, i didn hesitate | |
| Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave | |
| Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear | |
| Knowing it ain' t all to the good, you could get it here | |
| Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling " sip" let' s go | |
| Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole | |
| Eyes red ass hell, cuz i ain' t had a lick of sleep | |
| Snorted a quarter ball, so that u, could stay on my feet | |
| Trick' s in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too | |
| If you trusting hoes in this game, you' se a dammn fool.. | |
| chorus till end |
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