I miss my partner P .A .T.
Coming from that G .M .O .E.
Miss my partner P .A .T.
Coming from that G .M .O .E.
Coming down Alphacator
Me and P .A .T. onward, break the equator
You said, boy, Big Steve, I thought you knew
Me and Fatty Pack onward, be the two
Knock him down, knock him down real slow
It's the Mafio onward, screwed up dub
Showing love through that P .A .T.
Can you feel us? No more drug dealers
We out trying to strive
Trying to get it, trying to grind for our lives
Know what I'm saying?
Hey, hey, you
I said, I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T.
I said, I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T.
I said, I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T.
I miss my homeboy
It's that P .A .T., it's that Fatty B .G., Lil Thurr
Come down, swankin' on your curve
That nigga used to come down and rip
Microphone check, as I respect
We used to come up, put a dime in the game
Know what I'm saying?
Cause I never been lame in the game
We gon' shine, gotta get our grind on
Swankin', bankin', gotta get our shine on
It's comin', it's comin', nah, oof, it don't get me
Don't wanna wanna be like Tupac or Biggie
If a young nigga die with fat stacks
Padre Russo, pull on the fat tag
Hey, hey, that P .A .T.
I miss my homeboy
I miss your dog, I know your head dreams are comin' down big
I know you want to travel the world and do your gig
Take care of your kids, take care of your family, see
Get a dream, was the masterpiece
Million dollar dream, flossin' in the double R
Get a G, saw P .A .T. as a rap star
Travelin' far, sippin' bar, blowin' big
Everywhere we done, we turn out a fuckin' gig
Who in the fuck this young nigga be?
On this microphone, rappin' with Hawkeen
And 293, and M .O .E.
And that boy, who the fuck who it be?
G .S .G. singin' it about the grandpappy
Comin' through and we have these hoes, we're snappin'
Gotta pass the mic, gotta get it crunk
Guessin' to the homies
Hey, I remember back when we swang
Drive down the interlay
Me and my brother, Fat Pat
You know we got a swing
Rollin' on floors and you know we don't
We keep it tight, don't fake
You know I G'd from that screwed up clique
You know I'm thinkin' play me
I'm one of the smartest, not the hardest artists in this industry
And when I finish this verse, these bars gon' fill me
P .A .T., the legacy you left for me
You soon will see, big bro, fulfill your destiny
The T .O .P., it's my last stop
And as long as I'm here, they gon' steal
Your body rock, tops drop, down in Houston
Ghetto dreams bout to get major distribution
My eyes blinkin', I'm steadily thinkin'
You and Snoop and P .A .T. flossin' in the Lincoln
Wishful thinkin' resurrects you from the death
And I'll give anything just to hear your last breath
Ain't nothin' left to do but fulfill your ghetto dreams
Jump in your shoes and pop up on the scene
Me and Scrooge, we about to start cookin'
It hurtsin' when I see Lil' P .A .T. paint a pile of hood
But don't worry, baby, I'ma feed him
I'ma gon' bless him, I'ma gon' leave him
Lord forgive me, I'm beggin' you please
As I flop to Snoop jammin' how we miss our G's
But don't worry, baby, keep what I say
Everything gon' play through the H -A -W -K
Have you heard what heard me?
Have I made myself clear?
You're gone, baby, but the man right here
I said to you, I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T.
I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T., yeah
I miss my homeboy, the P .A .T.
I miss my homeboy
Late night on the grind, I miss the P .A .T.
It's that Rodney B .G., 3 -R -D
Rodney comin' down, gotta make that paper
Know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta make that million -dollar paper
Cuz I gotta make them millions, me and you
Don't get down, cuz I'm true
Gotta make it to the top, it don't stop
Big shots, we takin' big blocks, makin' lots
Don't stop, we gon' ball till we fall
Know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' brawl for all of y 'all haters
Can't stop what's screwed up on the billboards
Know what I'm sayin'?
Who get no dreams for P .A .T.?
I miss my homeboy, P .A .T.
I said I miss my homeboy
I pulled him out of bed
I miss my homeboy
