"I Got A Question" lyrics
"I Got A Question"
[DJ Paul:]
Check this out, Pat, man
Man, I'm sittin' up in this motherfucker, man
I'm high as a fool
Eatin' some motherfuckin' Chinese motherfuckin' shrimp fried rice, you know what I'm sayin', man
And this shit just got a nigga zonin', man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Dope got a nigga zonin', man
I think I'm gonna, man, put some motherfuckin' Chinese shit in this beat
Then I'ma flip this shit gangsta, man
Check this shit out, let's go
[Project Pat:]
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
Now I ain't thinkin' 'bout no child support (nuh-huh), I'm still gonna shine
Ain't thinkin' 'bout you snitchin' hoes (nuh-huh), I'm still on my grind
Ain't worried 'bout you niggas hatin' (never), I still got that gun
Ain't goin' back to jail (nuh-huh), ho, to hell with 211
They act like they your friend (mm), but they really not
Cool 'cause you got that bread (okay), and a new car
Yeah, except that ratchet ho (I see), ain't gettin' no cheese
Love to eat at Papa Doe's, and smoke up all your weed
Ho, you need to get a job, pull a bank robbery
Ho, I nutted in your mouth, 'cause ho ain't nothin' free
Hatin' on me, talk behind a nigga back (Huh)
Mad 'cause my chain icy, 26s on my Cadillac
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
You niggas'll get out of line, and talk that woofy-woo
Know I'm quick to get a witch (nah), and know I'm quick to shoot
Hair trigger on the nine (blah!), I'm 'bout to sneeze at you
Flames comin' out that barrel, the bullets hittin' you
Now what's a punk nigga do when it's 'bout to go down?
Know he ain't no street nigga, so he goin' downtown
Straight to detective offices, start tattlin'
Tell about the robberies I pulled and the crack-a-lin'
Was hatin' on me from the jump 'cause I ride candy toy (Mhm)
Rudy ice on my wrist, chain worth 'bout two bricks (Mhm)
Famous like Mike Vick, lames ain't gon' like it
Your half coochie hotter than a match I had to strike it (Shhhh)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
I got a question, why they hatin' on me? (On me)
I got a question, why they hatin' homie? (Homie)
Yeah, mane, I don't know why these niggas mad out here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fo-Fo, what's up with these niggas, mane?
Mac Pool, what's up with these niggas, Mac Pool?
These niggas, don't they know we just tryin' to get some money out here, mane?
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas out here, mane
We just tryin' to get some money out here, mayne, you know what I'm sayin'?
This a part everybody in North Memphis, mane
Hyde Park, New Chicago, you know what I'm sayin'?
Douglas, Hollywood, of course, all day, every day
Smokey City, Klondike, you know what I'm sayin'?
Real niggas out here doin' real things with real people, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sayin' what's up to everybody South Memphis on Orange Mound, you know what I'm sayin'?
Who puts it down like it's supposed to be put down
But I don't know why these niggas hatin' on us, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
I tell a nigga like this right here, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean, I tell a nigga like a nigga said back in the day, mayne
Get your bitch
Get your bitch, mayne
You know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't your bitch, nigga, get your bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
You gettin' mad at somebody, nigga, get mad at the bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga wanna kill nigga over these ratchets, these ratchet, nasty hoes out here, mayne
They ain't do nothin' but gobble up penises, mane, and swallowin' cum
I mean, I, I thought niggas knew this
I mean, just like she sucked yours, she sucked mine
Yeah, dog, my nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean, what, you thought she was your baby?
Shit, she everybody baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Mane, tell these niggas somethin', mayne
You know what I'm sayin', mane?
Project Pat, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas know how we do, mane
Get the money, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Worry about some money, mane
Don't worry about that old nasty broad
You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause hell, she gon' do the hood like she been doin' you
She been doin' the hood
She did the hood 'fore she did you, fool
You know what I'm sayin'?
What are you talk- how you think she know how to suck it so good?
Niggas crazy, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
I tell a nigga out here, mane
Man, forget these broads, mane
Get your, get your hands on some money, my nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? Buy you a car or somethin', punk, broke nigga
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- Project Pat Lyrics
album:
"Loud Pack" (2011)
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