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Pots And Pans (Feat. J Rock)

It's what I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Ross

This make it worthwhile and we ***

Triple see'sAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodWhat started as a nickel rock

Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block

*** football, I'm goin' down another path

Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth

I couldn't *** with MathDid get a scholarship but I blew that

Got high, got a ticket and I flew back

To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes

Get life on yo' cell phoneQuarter *** box of soda, Ross whip that

Career criminal, fo' sho' Ross with that

Had to pull my pants up, boy, get them brands up

Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance toTell him all my plans to let him *** a danca

Smokin' *** in Amsterdam with his grandson

Damn, why he passed on me? My last homie

I went and bought a bird ***, I want some cash, homieAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodI never wrote a n*** coat tail

Made her took a dope self, *** it, *** oh, wells

Smokin' on that classified, rollin' in that 'Lac of mine

You know my mind stay numb to the world half the timeThinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn that was f*** up

Found him in the trunk with another dude f*** up

The world f*** up, that's why I'm f*** up

Don't get f*** up, f*** with me, ya f*** upB***, I'ma ride, b***, I'ma die

When I holla 305, b***, that's on my life

We got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib

The grenades down the streets, you gotta get it how you liveI know n*** turn 1 into 2

And they do what they do and boy, them thangs move

Fish scale get the big mail

In the room full of work in case they came when they inhaleAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodIt's time for me to cash in laughin'

Like Martin in the Aston Martin

When I park it, I can see ya b*** heart beat

So roll out the red carpetRoll up the purple s***, black Navigator flew

Gotta shut ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth

Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow

I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a ***White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star

Flip this half a ***, go to the club and I'ma buy the bar

Do it twice a week, f*** b*** on the other nights

Promise E Class, we'll never miss another fightHundred in the bag, 5 birds, I'ma grab

Turn 'em into 8, keep me a clean half

Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful

You see your dreams come true, this I promise youAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hoodAll I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans

Little ice, I do what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood

Songwriters

ROBERTS, WILLIAM / BORGES, JEANPublished by

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