Pocket Full of Stones [Remix]
When I first started back in 1989 I wasn't moving keys I barely moving dimes Started coming up fiends recognize my face Started paying 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 mega blast Cash moving stacks, then they came to piles And then them fiends started hitting crack viles Back in the days they used to run up sayin gPimp C what ya know? I tell em get this crack and get the f*ck away from me hoe! Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut Cause they knew I cut them twenty's 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 I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top Started me a family and started pushin crack rock Rock crack sure ain't good in the city that Had a f*cking 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 (Now what did C?) I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I cooked it up myself and started passing out them hovers Everybody in my family was clocking 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] Living real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion I'm selling crack rock, the devil's love potion Three wheel motion on my Buick park ave Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smoking slabs Paid like a motherf*cka clientele is growing It's getting so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin' Suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump F*ck Black Caesar niggas call me Black Trump Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times Niggas f*ck wit other niggas shit but they don't f*ck wit mine Got my money totaled 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 coming up like the f*cking mob My workers got workers everybody making green Getting cash for putting stones in the pockets of the fiends [Chorus] Business booming daily, my product selling fast Me and my nigga C is making money out the ass This shit is getting silly dope is so easy to sell Pay everybody bail ain't no spending 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 keeping 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 starting all over again!