THROWBACK BABY

[Intro: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin

[Hook: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Go get yo boys nigga
I bring the noise nigga
So bring your toys nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your drama boy
Or marijuana boy
I'll shoot your mama boy

[Verse 1: Jozie Haze]
Comeback hazy comeback kid
Throwback baby reminisce
Bout the times I wasn't serious
Maybe I was happy then
Year since G-Raf scrape my kneecaps
I fucked up but ima be that
Job just fucked me I don't need that
College fucked me I dont need that
I need fame, I need fortune
Come back to the fuckin porch and
Redisperse it, reinvest it
Givin people second chances
Or just first ones, I don't care
I just wanna be right here
For the family for the homies
Earn the grammy, sell the trophy
Passione, ay thats my clique mane
You don't like us, suck my dick mane
Ate the beef once now that shit lame
Smooth ass mufucka think he big brain
Shit twisted, bitch im goin insane
Get lifted, granny on the drip drank
So high shit louder than a big tank
I'm empty, just like my whip tank

[Hook: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Go get yo boys nigga
I bring the noise nigga
So bring your toys nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your drama boy
Or marijuana boy
I'll shoot your mama boy

[Verse 2: Nokris]
Bustas betta run when Nokris mane get down to spazzin on beats
The way I work the mic is something that these hoes ain't seen
Way I'm rappin, it conjure demons like the UAC
I'm the Doom Slaya it's do or die, no room for retreat
Split-second combat will hit ya and leave yo whole squad defenseless
It's Passione a different breed
Yeah we the fuckin collective
Ain't got no L's on the record and we stay takin the gold
My kicks gon hit you like hammers
That bass gon rattle ya bones
Don't give no fuck bout ya homies
Don't give no fuck bout ya clique
Me and Jozie gon stomp em out
Thats just the way that it is
Nokris the killa and ghost
Pull up and kick through yo door
Then drop you bustas one by one
You either move or you fold
Bitch I'm that mane

[Outro: Project Pat]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Go get yo boys nigga
I bring the noise nigga
So bring your toys nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your drama boy
Or marijuana boy
I'll shoot your mama boy