Patrick Stephen Houston (born February 9, 1973), better known by his stage … Read Full Bio ↴Patrick Stephen Houston (born February 9, 1973), better known by his stage name Project Pat, is an American hip hop artist from Memphis, Tennessee, USA. He is the elder brother of rapper Juicy J.

Although not an official member, he had collaborated with Three 6 Mafia, and all of his albums have been produced by members of the group. His first recording appearances were on Three 6 Mafia releases from 1991. After serving time in prison on various charges in the mid-1990s, he released his first solo album, Ghetty Green in 1999.

Project Pat broke onto the mainstream scene after providing the hook for Three 6 Mafia's hit "Sippin' on Some Syrup" in 2000 and released his breakthrough album Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin' the next year. In 2001, he was arrested for parole violation after a pair of revolvers were discovered in his vehicle during a traffic stop. That March, he was sentenced to four years in prison on two counts of a felon in possession of a firearm. His third album Layin' Da Smack Down was released during Pat's incarceration.

After his release from federal prison in 2005, he released Crook by da Book: The Fed Story, followed the next year by Walkin' Bank Roll. He has made frequent public appearances with Three Six Mafia in recent years including at the Academy Award and on their short-lived reality show Adventures in Hollyhood.

Slangin Rocks
Project Pat Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

Day and night, night and day
Nigga gotta get some pay
Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock
Chiefin' hay
Anyway that I can
My nigga you understand?
Gotta bring twenty strong
Before I can serve your jaws
Double up, man what's up?
Got the pot, rock it up
Mixed it in some be 12's
Now my shit done blown up!
Shake the ball, round the chop
'Til the ball get real hard
Cut me down some twenties
Then I'm standin' out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth
One tried to run off with dope
Caught him round the corner
And I shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin' with my cheese
All I get is 2-0-Z's
One day I'm gone be the fucking man
Out here slangin' keys
Until then, I'm the nigga runnin' from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin' fences tryna catch a brother
Happy things is all I hear
But I'm stayin' bout my hog
One day I'll be pushin Lex
But today it's Cutlass dog!

[Chorus]

Slangin' rocks all good with me
Downest bitch that would be me
I be on your side like hip-bone
And nigga you will see
That your misses-lady, your baby
Will cover up what you didn't
You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy
I ain't bullshittin'!
So send me out on a mission
We can take they position
We got that china, canary-yellow
We on all you bitches
So come on down
You're the next contestant on my dope list
I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that i rode in this bitch
And we bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down
We takin' full charge
Can't nothin' be done, til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south
So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin south
That's flyin straight into your mama's house
Don't be sayin you got the clout
Cause we all know who really runnin' thangs
All you bustas must behave
Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
I hope you are feeling that
I'm lovin' it
If you liking it
If you want to get caught up in the realest shit
I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-woah!

[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The chorus of Project Pat's "Slangin' Rocks" centers on the act of selling drugs. The repetition of "Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block" emphasizes the constant and uninterrupted nature of drug dealing. It suggests that the singer is always on the move, never resting, and tirelessly seeking to make money. The verse that follows is a narrative that explains the singer's means of making a living. He explains that he sells drugs day and night, going to any extent to get them sold. He tells of how he must have a large number of drugs before he can offer them to potential buyers. The singer recounts his experiences with the police and drug addicts, explaining how he must always be ready to defend himself and his money-making endeavor. The lyrics reveal a dark and dangerous world that the singer inhabits, where violence and greed are prevalent.

The lyrics of "Slangin' Rocks" serve to convey the difficult and dangerous reality of drug dealing. The narrative that unfolds demonstrates the extreme measures that must be taken to make a living on the streets, where life is fleeting and success is far from guaranteed. Additionally, the lyrics's fast-paced, almost frenzied delivery echoes the obsessed, frantic nature of the lives of those who must resort to drug dealing to survive.

Line by Line Meaning

Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Continuously selling drugs on your street

Day and night, night and day
At all times, without rest

Nigga gotta get some pay
I need to make money

Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock
Standing out on the street with drugs and a gun

Chiefin' hay
Smoking marijuana

Anyway that I can
By any means necessary

My nigga you understand?
Do you comprehend?

Gotta bring twenty strong
Need to bring a group of 20 people

Before I can serve your jaws
Before I can sell you drugs

Double up, man what's up?
Doubling the amount of drugs sold

Got the pot, rock it up
I have the drugs and I'm preparing them to sell

Mixed it in some be 12's
Mixed it with baking soda

Now my shit done blown up!
The drugs are selling well

Shake the ball, round the chop
Mixing the drugs with baking soda

'Til the ball get real hard
Mixing until the drugs harden

Cut me down some twenties
Cutting the drugs into twenty doses

Then I'm standin' out in the yard
Then I'm selling the drugs on the street

Junkies coming back and forth
Drug addicts coming to buy and re-buy

One tried to run off with dope
A customer tried to take the drugs without paying

Caught him round the corner
I caught him and stopped him

And I shot the maggot in the throat
I shot the customer who tried to steal the drugs

Don't be playin' with my cheese
Don't mess with my money

All I get is 2-0-Z's
I sell 20-dollar amounts of drugs

One day I'm gone be the fucking man
I will become successful and wealthy

Out here slangin' keys
Selling a large quantity of drugs

Until then, I'm the nigga runnin' from the undercover
Until then, I'm avoiding getting caught by the police

Narcotic boys jumpin' fences tryna catch a brother
Police officers are trying to catch me

Happy things is all I hear
I only hear positive things about my drug dealing

But I'm stayin' bout my hog
But I'm focused on making money

One day I'll be pushin Lex
One day I'll be driving a Lexus

But today it's Cutlass dog!
But today I'm driving a Cutlass

Slangin' rocks all good with me
I have no problem with selling drugs

Downest bitch that would be me
I am the most loyal and trustworthy woman

I be on your side like hip-bone
I am on your team

And nigga you will see
You will see my loyalty

That your misses-lady, your baby
Your girlfriend or wife and children

Will cover up what you didn't
Will hide your drug activities

You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy
I hid the drugs in my vagina

I ain't bullshittin'!
I'm not lying!

So send me out on a mission
Send me to sell drugs

We can take they position
We can take over the drug market

We got that china, canary-yellow
We have high-quality drugs

We on all you bitches
We are watching everyone

So come on down
Come to us to buy drugs

You're the next contestant on my dope list
You're the next person to buy drugs from me

I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that i rode in this bitch
I'm trying to buy nice things with the money I make from selling drugs

And we bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down
We're making money and taking control of your street

We takin' full charge
We're in complete control

Can't nothin' be done, til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all"
No one can stop us until Project Pat tells us to stop

I'm from the south
I'm from the southern US

So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
You haven't heard about me and my drug dealing?

All them birds that's flyin south
All the drug dealers heading south for the winter

That's flyin straight into your mama's house
They're coming to your neighborhood

Don't be sayin you got the clout
Don't act like you're in control

Cause we all know who really runnin' thangs
We know who's really in charge

All you bustas must behave
Everyone must follow our rules

Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
Since we started selling drugs, everything has changed

I hope you are feeling that
I hope you understand what I'm saying

I'm lovin' it
I'm enjoying this lifestyle

If you liking it
If you like it too

If you want to get caught up in the realest shit
If you want to get involved in the drug trade

I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-woah!
You need to deal with me if you want to buy drugs

Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Continuously selling drugs on your street

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