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Pat Green Going Down In Style

down in style. Well I hit Corpus Christi, and the wind was at my back I drove them women crazy in my daddy's cadillac I'd cruse them down the boulevard

down in style. Well I hit Corpus Christi, and the wind was at my back I drove them women crazy in my daddy's cadillac I'd cruse them down the boulevard

Do or die to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck death

to I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders She love the way I walk my 3000$ alligators My pimp Pat, the marvell Cane, The pinky greens and the

gats Do or die, to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck

gats Do or die, to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck

of jam, called "Thought of Many Ways" Sitting fat in the Clover a brand new Rover, dropping hits like grenades It's going down, keeping it real stacking

(Pat Green) I don't wear my shirt tucked in I like a little bbq on Sunday Well I hang out with a rougher crowd Who drink too much, who talk too loud

got to move this today And don't get no prophet ?, when you pushing hop yo Tell this china white style you back, oh, you go, oh I'm going to take a walk