Whole Lotta Weed lyrics

[Intro]
Man, let me hit that weed dog
Man, that sh*t some dro
Man, that was f*cked up what happened to the boy the other day
Man you know how these n*ggas do
Violate real players and end up on the motherf*ckin' front page of the newspaper
f*ck that sucker, that's what he gets, for runnin' his motherf*ckin' mouth (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Real players 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*ggas (Don't f*ck with me)
Real players 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*ggas (Don't f*ck with me)

[Verse 1]
Real players like to smoke a stroke her off in her throat-ah
Bend over, let me poke her, roll up on some old dope-ah
Don't take me for a joke-ah, hollows will make you croak-ah
My hands around your throat, grip, grip tight like a chok-ah
Hate, hate me fo no reason, beat, beat yo like a peon
Pumpkinhead what you get-ah, it must be killin' season
For some droppers and suckers, coward ass motherf*ckers
Poppin' off at the cap-ah, can get you killed like others
Maybe it's not yo' time-ah, maybe it could be mine-ah
Then put me in a box and bury me with my nine-ah
.44 and my shotty, haters up in this sorry
Wishin' that they put the bullets up in my body
But that's if I'm a gone-ah, for now smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and potent marijuana
Project Pat in this b*tch-ah, tryin', mane, to get rich-ah
The first pull off this dope is gonna' hit ya
[Chorus]
Real players 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*ggas (Don't f*ck with me)
Real players 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*ggas (Don't f*ck with me)

[Verse 2]
Stay down about yo' game-ah, fame-ah I never claim-ah
A monkey's on my face-ah, for those who are a strang-ah
Strange, 'cause I do not know ya, chip, chip up on my should-ah
I'm knockin' out yo' teeths, fists hard just like a boulder
I'm creepin' in the Nova somewhere out in Cordova
A n*gga done got bolder, his life is gon' be ov-ah
Grey tape with clip bandana I kidnap I can handle
He came to me with anna, he should of mind his manners
I hit him with the TEC-ah, damn near tore off his neck-ah
He prayin', I'm gon squash him, he shoulda' prayed to Mecca
You haters like to tick me, squeeze triggers 'til I'm empty
This weed turned me out-ah, I damn near let it bit me
I'm stealin' to get higher, smokin' nothin' but fire
(Damn, that was my last blunt, dawg)
n*gga you's a liar
So 'cause you tryin' to screw me, I told them man don't do me
I'm drinkin' on this brewsky, this sh*t is goin' through me
[Bridge: Project Pat & DJ Paul]
Whole lotta', whole lotta', whole lotta'
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 3: Project Pat : DJ Paul]
(Whole lotta' weed)
Out the pen once again, (Hey) it's yo' dog stackin' ends (Hey)
Makin' cheese, f*ckin' hoes, (Hey) knockin' ducks off they toes (Hey)
Up the nose goes the white, (Hey) pimpin' hoes, take a flight (Hey)
Like a kite, like a plane, (Hey) my n*gga, I'm the man (Hey)
Mista don't take no sh*t, (Hey) Mista well take yo' b*tch (Hey)
Ten toes 'bout the buiss, (Hey) cowards can not handle these (Hey)
Scandalous paranoid, (Hey) 'bout to bust on my boys (Hey)
Check n*ggas fo they grip, (Hey) pistols swing, busted lip (Hey)
Busted chops that's yo' ass, (Hey) punk b*tch where's the cash? (Hey)
Money green cheddar cheese, (Hey) all b*tches hit they knees (Hey)
Serve 'em up, ready rock, (Hey) distribute it on the track (Hey)
Always keepin' me a Glock, (Hey) place it up to your back (Hey)
Fat sacks I'm smokin' on, (Hey) Mack mane, with a tone (Hey)
P-A-T 'bout the loot, (Hey) ridin' by, then I shoot (Hey)
Who's to say cheefin' hay, (Hey) hustlin' to get pay (Hey)
Round the clock, round the way, (Hey) gettin' mines every day (Hey)