Pat-A-Pan - Milford High School Concert Choir

Guillô, prends ton tambourin, Toi, prends ta flûte, Robin Au son de ces instruments Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan Au son de ces instruments Je dirai Noël, gaiement. Willie, bring your little drum. Robin, get your fife, and come, And be merry while you play. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan We will listen as you play For the joy for Christmas day. When the men of olden days Gave the King of Kings their praise They had pipes on which to play. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan They had drums on which to play. For the joy of Christmas day. Oo oh oh oh oh God and man became today, More in tune than fife and drum, So be merry while you play. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan Come be merry while you play On this joyous Christmas day. While the angels wing To the newborn King, I will sing for the blessed Babe On this joyous Christmas day. God and man became today, More in tune than fife and drum, So be merry while you play. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan Come be merry while you play On this joyous Christmas day. While the angels wing To the newborn King, I will sing for the blessed Babe On this joyous Christmas day. (Tu-re-lu-re-lu-ra-le. Come and hear them patapan.) Bring your little drum. Robin, get your fife and come. (Tu-re-lu-re-lu-ra-le. Come and hear them patapan.) Men of olden days Gave the King of Kings their praise. (On this joyous Christmas day) Bring your little drum. Robin, get your fife and come. (Come be merry) Men of olden days Gave the King of Kings their praise. (On this joyous Christmas day.) Bring your little drum. Robin, get your fife and come. (Come be merry) Men of olden days Gave the King of Kings their praise. (On this joyous Christmas day)

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(Chorus) 16x Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch (Project Pat) Man its the mack pimp never simp Play these bitches like a chimp-panzee Pass the fine ass bitch back to the Niggaro dick in hole down to they nut come Come some off her tongue then I have to break and run Back black to the bitch who was droppin off the cheese Never have I fucked her she is calling me a thieve Hoe say please and I have to make her say it all the time Never make love to the body only to the mind Half the time all these bitches want is a good nut All the time they like sneaky shit and they kinky sluts Hit the butt from the back man but dont you ever eat her When you dig these hoes right you become the pita leader Of the five of the niggas you know that she fuckin wit Two cause they got a car three for the bebe kids So my nig when she wants to fuck tell much it'll cost When you get that bebe crew check bitch drop it off (Chorus) 8x Fuck a bitch (bitch) mothafuck a bitch (Juicy J) So pass the pussy pass the pussy When I creep to your house bitch I'm bringing roadies with me All these hoes think I care for them but they dont know the juiceman Once a bitch always a bitch love is just a pimp thang Fuck waiting for two months I want the pussy in a day Stuck a past dyke freaky bitch dont let your shit decay I'm the type thats out for your cheese and your car keys And write your shit and wool with may love bitch hit your knees On the floor slob my knob until you see the prisher for A DJ Paul recorder scamcorder through the closet door Now you know the Juicy J dont put you hoes next it takes I just take shit about my nig and say the things that might relate To you hoes that turn too old bitch thought her pussy was solid gold Now she's a dyke I shoulda known muscle bound dont want no pole Now hear this I'ma tell you this if a nigga make it rich Fuck a girl fuck a woman fuck a freak and fuck a bitch (Chorus) fading Fuck a bitch (bitch) mothafuck a bitch

(Verse One) As a youngsta guns-ah What I specalize in Me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising Rising to gives we together in this hood life Struggling together straight praying for the good life Yo life means more to me then my own do When you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man Mane time fly's now we old to older You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders Told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard Me and you got caught with some work in the same car You were facing more time then me if behind bars I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge You got larger heard now you own a crack house I did two years and they let a nigga back out (Chorus (2x)) Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy Knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge (Verse Two) Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean Hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang I could of saved in flew like the canary You know I got heart and I know you very scary Carrying alot of weight put in plenty work Always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt Looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin That ain't showing love I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face Blow ya brains to the other side 38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife But inside the walls you be soaking up game quick Fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick Remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house Over there hold gun lap North Memphis momma house Looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya Muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah (Chorus (2x)) (Verse Three) Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast You mane was outta town handling buisness Blew both rockwilders out they misery You got it fist in good so they coulden't see Yea it's kind of obvious what I came for Herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy A real robber robs a trick and don't say a word Got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds Mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit Celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick Any trick do this to me hollow points fly Dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl I'm my niggas back up so who we call Me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em (Chorus (2x))