Up There
Project Pat featuring Krayzie Bone & Droopy
-Chorus-
Up there, up there/ Smokin' that bud'll get us up there, up there/ There tree's will get us up there, up there/ Them green leaves'll get us up there, up there/ Where we wanna be is up there, up there

Krayzie Bone
Lost in the smoke, that mighty reefa/ Nigga, just like Colt 45, it works every time/ Me and 3-6 Mafia, we smoke and ride with hypnotized minds, ThugLine/ Nigga, roll it up, let's smoke one/ Hey! Did somebody say weed? Nigga, that's my thang, I love it, puff it every day/ Shit, if it wasn't for the reefa pleasin' easin' my mind I'd be wilin' talk about a nigga with a attitude/ If I ain't smoke then I ain't smilin' and I ain't eatin' and I ain't sleepin' and I ain't fuckin' with no broads if I ain't weeded/ Can't let 'em stress my mind, I'll get wit ya'll later when I get high/ Shh, listen, sss... Here my brain as it fry/ I'm just like a doggy when he get his fix, nigga be relieved when I get my shit/ Ain't nothin' like that Cali green (uh uh) or that Miami weed/ Prefer my trees no stems no seeds, you got good stress I take that/ Smokin' chokin' keep me noid with eyes wide open/ And I'm scopin' while I'm tokin' on this potent shit we rollin' rollin'

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Project Pat
You know, naturally I'm high, high/ Down in Memphis so we smokin' on that light, light/ That's gon' keep you mellow, bud gon' have your eyes tight/ I dare any fellow to smoke this all night/ You gon' have to tell your friend to come and get ya/ Roll that blunt up dog and pass it to me Mister/ If you feel it, you can hang with these sessions/ Stay your ass up off that potent, quit you guessin'/ All you doin' man is easin' and I'm blessin' to this non-cheefers, bullshit you stressin' tellin' me to quit smokin' with this green, green/ It just calm me down and daily keeps my game keen/ Man this greenery is made for inhalin'/ Soon to smoke, it go to my lungs then I'm sailin' to a place where all you heard is your vocab/ Project Pat, I'm on this track goin' up there

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Droopy
Pass me the motherfuckin' blunt man/ Hurry up or somebody's gonna get sprayed/ Cough and choke on the weed is just what I do/ I hit it again and them blow my niggas a gun too/ We smokin' all the time is how we doin' this/ There's not a day of smokin' the dank that I'm gonna miss/ We gettin' high as a motherfucker at the teams' by chillin' out on the strip called Orleans/ Me and one of my roll dogs'll kick it kinda tough will we was in it low key/ Me and them folk on the spool and judgin' on the damn industry/ Man, we party like some rock stars while we parlay and if we jump/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ Sat there kind of frozen with them straws up to our noses and puff some ink to slow our rollin', pop some V's to help us rollin'/ I ain't gon' speak this shit no mo' so hear me once cause it ain't no more/You shoot that gat, better watch your blow/ I'm out in five now holler ho, now holler ho, now holler ho...

If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk/ If ya'll want to know what we gettin' high off it was that goddamn funk...
Available on the Project Pat album Ghetty Green