Patron

[Yung Joc]

(Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)

New Joc City (Here it is)

But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron

(Heh-heh, aight) I'm talkin 'bout seven shots up

Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!)

(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha

Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?)

Take that shit to the motherfuckin head, to the flo' nigga

Let's go

[Chorus]

I just bought a zone, J's on my feet

I'm on that Patron, so get like me

I just bought a zone, J's on my feet

I'm on that Patron, so get like me

Er-ery'body love me, boss so fly

Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by

Er-ery'body love me, boss so fly

Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by

[Verse One]

C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A

When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier

Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates

Ice links 'round my neck lookin like I build gates

I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps

Pockets on swoll lookin like they got the mumps

I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches

From the look of thangs y'all gettin JC Penney's

Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr

Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr

Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishin she could touch

See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts

Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets

Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic

Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge

Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]

I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze

Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees

Mister V.I.P., get it like me

Ice piece on my wifebeat I call it Ice-T

Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick

She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick

My swag so mean need anger management

You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit

These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it

Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch

Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar

Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin on a 'gar

I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge

I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star

You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God

Tryin to guess the price, ehh about thirty large

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang

Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang

Pull up to curb, cut it to the left

My rims sittin tall 'til I dim the knee steps

I just see what I want, then I go get it

The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it

So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool

I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools

I hustle all day, that's just how I live

Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills

Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P.

And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see

Young J-O-C, yeah that's me

Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's

[Chorus]

[Outro]

I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron

So gone that Patron, so get like me

So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron

So gone that Patron, so get like me

Get like me, get like me

So gone that Patron, so get like me