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letra de just messin around - pat stay

[chorus: pat stay]
pat stay with this chilled-out track
give me the motherf-cking microphone and you just lay back
ride to this, get fried to this
drink a p-ss-warm colt 45 to this
it’s ya’ boy pat stay, i’m just messing around but check it out, yo

[verse: pat stay]
yo, f-ck around you’ll be a ghost buster
‘cause for a swig of a colt i’ll swing at ya’ throat with a blade
duck you get jigged in the mouth sucker
i got so much buckaroo in my bone structure
suckers see me and f-cking beat it like roadrunner
like duck they beeps and f-cking delete they phone numbers
‘cause they call me cussing and screaming, i’m like ‘oh shut up’
i’m the sucka-free boss
you got a big mouth word, you can suck a mean c-ck, f-ggot
six-fo’ two hundred and twenty-five pounds
f-ck around bliggity f-cking blaow, better be ducking down
i get wild, when i throw hands, my old man boxed
so when pops was a young’un he showed me little man
i’m a chilled-out dude but i still will go through and k!ll yo’ whole crew, ‘cause i don’t give a d-mn
uh, f-ck with me get buck-fifty’ed or i grab a deuce-deuce and bust quick like a minute man
uh, now who f-cking with pat?
suckers talking so f-cking much i say ‘suffering succotash’, uh
what’s up with that they punk, scared to battle me
i’m a f-cking animal: b-st–lity
don’t set trip, tuh, you get slept quick
my fist is electric make you shake like you epileptic i’m representing the darkside
yeah, i’m low-down so i used to hold it down no doubt but yo
i’m known around to be a pretty cool dude
i’m too smooth to be going around acting a fool
i’m a man now, but back then it was funny
man i used to go to court, see all of my buddies
we had no feelings at all
we’d ride a bike, find a dealer to rob
ditch the bikes then go steal us a car
i remember being able to hit up green gables every f-cking day with a duffel bag and never get caught
huh, i don’t think i’m hard or nothing
i never been to jail, stabbed up or shot or nothing
i’ve caused some ruckus, but hey we’ve all caused some ruckus
see i’m calm but i’m something y’all don’t wanna f-ck with like a condom that’s busted
get it? think about it b-tch
in the meantime i’ma drink a colt and dip
bust a rhyme make the world say ‘holy sh-t
who is this pat stay character, i will blow his d-ck’
tuh, i don’t rap much ‘cause rap sucks
i just say whatever, i was drunk when i wrote this sh-t
tuh, speak ya’ mind never hold ya’ breath
‘cause tomorrow’s a step closer to death, so f-ck it
[chorus: pat stay]
yeah, get fried to this, sip a motherf-cking colt 45 to this
it’s ya’ boy pat stay, with this chilled-out track
give me the motherf-cking microphone and you just lay back
ride to this, get fried to this
cop a, eight-pack of dry ice to this
it’s ya’ boy pat stay, with this chilled out track
give me the motherf-cking microphone

- pat stay

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