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Pocket Full Of Stones

(Bun B)

When I first started back in 1989

I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes

Started comin up fiends recognize my face

Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case

You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass

You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast

cash movin stacks, then they came to piles

And then them fiends started hittin crack viles

(Pimp C)

Back in the days they used to run up sayin Pimp C what ya know?

I tell em get this crack and get the fuckawayfrommehoe!

Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut

Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts

A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess

take a Brilo pad to the chest

now they won't leave me alone

cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

Chorus:

I gotta pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket full of stones

And they won't leave my ass alone

(Pimp C)

I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top

Started me a family and started pushin crack rock

Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that

Had a fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet

Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee

And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free

(Bun B) Now what did C?

I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha

I cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers

Everybody in my faaamly was clockin loot

Sold my cadillac and bought a lexus sports coupe

I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake

Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make

It's to the point where I don't see dope no more

Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke

Now all them laws won't leave me alone

Cause they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones

Chorus

(Bun B)

Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion

I'm sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion

Three wheel motion on my buick park ave

Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs

Paid like a muthafucka clientel is growin

It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin

suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump

fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump

Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times

Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine

Got my money totalled for a big time pass

17-5 I gotta bird on they ass

I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob

Now my click is comin up like the fuckin mob

My workers got workers everybody makin green

gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends

Chorus

(Bun B)

Business boomin daily, my product sellin fast

me and my nigga C is makin money out the ass

This shit is gettin silly dope is so easy to sell

Pay everybody bail ain't no spendin time in jail

I gotta make the sales cause it's all about that green

Mo worker mo workers, my face ain't on the scene

My attitude is mean cause I keepin my respect

Ain't nobody out of line cause I got em all in check

I broke a cops neck cause he step outta place

Dead pig, murder 1 now I got time to face

The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C

And now his ass is sent up the river next to me

Four years pass and we back on the shoulder

Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder

Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens

Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over again!!!

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written by FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES / BUTLER, CHAD L.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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