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Yung Joc - Patron Lyrics
Lyrics " Yung Joc " Patron Lyrics

Artist: Yung Joc
Song: Patron
Album: New Joc City

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(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon’ of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright).
I’m talkin’ 'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood).
The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah.
Now what I want ya’ll to do… (Whatcha want me to do?).
Take that shit to the muthafuckin’ head. Let’s go…

[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J’s on my feet
Im on dat Patron, so get like me [X2]

Er-er’body love me, boss so fly,
Niggas throw dey deuces er’time I ride by [X2]

[?]
C’mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the 'A’.
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier.
Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates.
Ice links around my neck, lookin’ like I build gates.
I’m Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps.
Pockets on swoll, lookin’ like they got the mumps.
Im 'bout my change, gotta get the riches.
From the look of thangs ya’ll gettin’ J.C. pennies.
Pass dat Patron, the limes’ right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik’er.
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch.
See the J’s on my feet and she love the diamond cuts.
Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets.
Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic.
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge.
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet.

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc]
I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze.
Take one sip a drop off to her knees.
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat’, I call it Iced-t.
Cush by the seven’s I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick.
My swag so mean, anger management.
You call it what you want, I’m on some mo’ eleven shit.
These niggas wanna hate, godammit 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.
Imma balla-holic, can’t help it Imma star.
You see the yellow ice, you holla “Oh my God!”
Tynna guess the price, “Eh, 'bout thirty large.”

[Chorus]

[?]
Er’body wanna know, how I do my thang?
Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang.
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left.
My rims sittin’ tall 'til I a dim the knee-steps.
I just see what I want, then I go get it.
The apple jelly Chevy with 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, thas just how I live,
Stackin’ them big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills.
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P,
When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see?
Young G, Young C, yea thas me.
Twenty-eight G’s, on my feet twenty-three’s.

[Chorus (X2)]

Im on dat patron,
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me.
Get like me, get like me,
So gon on dat Patron, get like me




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Yung Joc
"New Joc City"
    Album Lyrics: New Joc City [2006]
  1. New Joc City (Intro)
  2. It's Goin' Down
  3. He Stayed in Trouble (Interlude)
  4. Do Ya Bad
  5. Don't Play wit It (feat. Big Gee)
  6. Excuse Me Officer (Interlude)
  7. Dope Boy Magic
  8. Patron
  9. Flip Flop (feat. Cheri Dennis)
  10. I'm Him
  11. Hear Me Coming
  12. I Know You See It
  13. Yung N***a (Interlude)
  14. 1st Time (feat. Marques Houston)
  15. Knock It Out
  16. Picture Perfect


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