Patron
Yung Joc Lyrics


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[Yung Joc]
(Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City (Here it is)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
(Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up
Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!)
(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha
Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?)
Take that shit to the motherfucking head, to the flo' nigga
Let's go

[Chorus]
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by

[Verse One]
C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates
I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's
Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch
See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze
Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
Mister V.I.P., get it like me
Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice-T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit
These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it
Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it
The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, that's just how I live
Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P.
And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me




Get like me, get like me
So gone that Patron, so get like me

Overall Meaning

Yung Joc’s song Patron is an anthem to getting drunk and feeling good. The lyrics celebrate the consumption of Patron tequila, a high-end liquor brand, with a chorus that repeats the phrase, “I just bought a zone, J’s on my feet, I’m on that Patron, so get like me.” The verses are filled with boastful lyrics about Yung Joc’s wealth, style, and appeal to women. He refers to himself as Mr. Amoco, Bill Gates, and a ballaholic. He also brags about his designer jewelry and shoes, while acknowledging the admiration he receives from men and women alike.


Yung Joc’s choice of words, such as “getting blown off that Patron” and “mixing Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze” celebrate the act of drinking to excess, promoting a culture of binge drinking. The lyrics also exemplify the commercialization of alcohol in the Hip-Hop community, which, as a genre, has always had a complex relationship with substance abuse. Patron’s popularity and high cost have made it a status symbol in many communities, and Yung Joc’s lyrics seem to reinforce this idea.


Overall, Patron is a catchy and upbeat song that glorifies drinking and the lifestyle that comes with it. The lyrics celebrate wealth, status, and the admiration of others, which may have appealed to Yung Joc’s audience, but the song doesn’t provide any commentary on the potential consequences of excessive drinking.


Line by Line Meaning

New Joc City (Here it is)
Welcome to New Joc City.


But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
I am currently under the influence of Patron.


(Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!)
I have had seven shots of Patron and I am feeling the effects.


(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha
It is your turn to buy the next round of drinks.


Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?) Take that shit to the motherfucking head, to the flo' nigga Let's go
I want everyone to take a shot and let loose.


I just bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a large quantity, wearing expensive sneakers, and drinking Patron. Follow my lead.


Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Everyone likes me, and people wave to me when I drive by.


C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Let me know what you think it does. I do it for Atlanta. When the convertible top is down, I wear my expensive Cartier watch.


Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates
I have a lot of money, so people compare me to Bill Gates. I also wear a lot of diamond jewelry.


I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps
I have a lot of money, like a gas station owner, and my pockets are full.


'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's
I'm focused on making money and getting rich. From the looks of things, y'all aren't doing so great financially.


Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Pass me the bottle of Patron and the lime. Dance and have fun with me, wearing my Nike sneakers.


Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts
I flirted with your girlfriend and now she wants to get with me. She notices my expensive sneakers and diamond jewelry.


Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
I always look good, like I just rose from the dead. Ask Chino Dolla about my drug dealing skills.


Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet
I am well connected, and always have a gun ready. My car seats are made of ostrich leather, and my name is embroidered on the carpet.


I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
I mix Patron and Everclear, which I call antifreeze. One sip of my drink and women become weak in the knees.


My swag so mean need anger management You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit
I have so much style that it's aggressive and needs to be controlled. You can call it whatever you want, but it's unique and fresh.


These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
These haters are just jealous that I am successful. They are angry that I have power (like a juice brand), so they can call me Tropicana.


Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
I am feeling great. I am buying everyone's drinks at the bar. You can find me in the neighborhood, driving a cigar.


I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
I confess to the judge that I am guilty of being successful. I am addicted to making money, and I can't resist being a star.


You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large
You see my expensive jewelry and are amazed. I bet you're wondering how much it cost - around thirty thousand dollars.


Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Everyone wants to know how I make money. I take charge and take risks to achieve success.


Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I pull up to the curb and make a sharp left turn. My car's rims are so big and flashy that they block the view of the tire.


I just see what I want, then I go get it The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it
I see what I want, and I obtain it. I have a car that has apple jelly paint with peanut butter-colored accents.


So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
Don't get angry, just stay calm. I hang out with tough guys who always carry weapons.


I hustle all day, that's just how I live Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills
I work hard all day, and that's my lifestyle. I earn a lot of money and use it to tip strippers.


Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P. And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see Young J-O-C, yeah that's me Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
Look up the word 'pimp' in the dictionary. I bet you will see me. I am Young J-O-C, with expensive sneakers that cost 28 thousand dollars, and size 23.


I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gone that Patron, so get like me
I am extremely intoxicated on Patron, but I am having a great time. Everyone should join me in being carefree and enjoying themselves.




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