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Pots And Pans

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

This make it worthwhile and we ***

Triple C's

All 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

All 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

What 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 Math

Did 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 phone

Quarter *** 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 to

Tell 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, homie

All 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

All 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

I 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 time

Thinkin' '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*** up

B***, 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 live

I 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 inhale

All 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

All 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

It'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 carpet

Roll 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 fight

Hundred 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 you

All 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

All 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

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