Patron

(Oh, s**t! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you bout to witness a nigg* gon of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright).
Im talkin bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, s**t?! Boyz in da hood).
The next round on you nigg*, (Alright) hah-hah.
Now what I want yall to do (Whatcha want me to do?).
Take that s**t to the muth*fkin head. Lets go

Chorus
This ballers zone, Js on my feet
Im on dat Patron, so get like me X2

Er-erbody love me, boss so fly,
throw dey deuces ertime I ride by X2

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Cmon, 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.
Im 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 yall gettin J.C. pennies.
Pass dat Patron, the limes right der. Rock with it, lean with in my niker.
Wink my eye at cha b*tch, now wishing now she could touch.
See the Js 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 sevens 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, Im on some mo eleven s**t.
These wanna hate, godammit we can handle it.
Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana b*tch.
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin on a gar.
I plead to the Judge, Im guilty of the charge.
Imma balla-holic, cant help it Imma star.
You see the yellow ice, you holla Oh my God!
Tynna guess the price, Eh, bout thirty large.

Chorus

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Erbody 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 dont 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 J.O.C., yea thas me.
Twenty-eight Gs, on my feet twenty-threes.

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