RIP Young (Remix) Isaiah Rashad (Ft. Juicy J & Project Pat)
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[Intro]
Mane, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke
Mane, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
We work to work, you late to work, I holla, then they send it (Why?)
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
My bitch came up in Inglewood, her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest, she say holla at your family (Holla at me)
My dog pass me that cup (What it do?), taste like candy, bitch (Yeah)
My dog out layin' down the law, ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock (Bitch)
Southside still fuckin' in the car, still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car (Still shootin' out the car)
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star, hold up, I got a call (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Project Pat]
Bitches say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tell them bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doin' donuts (Yeah), yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
It ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They ain't teach 'em how to pump fake, big shot (Pat Dawg)
Mane, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke
Mane, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
We work to work, you late to work, I holla, then they send it (Why?)
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
My bitch came up in Inglewood, her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest, she say holla at your family (Holla at me)
My dog pass me that cup (What it do?), taste like candy, bitch (Yeah)
My dog out layin' down the law, ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock (Bitch)
Southside still fuckin' in the car, still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car (Still shootin' out the car)
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star, hold up, I got a call (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Project Pat]
Bitches say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tell them bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doin' donuts (Yeah), yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
It ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They ain't teach 'em how to pump fake, big shot (Pat Dawg)
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