Obie Trice

Obie Trice - Pocket Full lyrics

rate me

You ask notes is all a nigga aiming for

Flippin coke is how I learned to make the change grow

Mama took my ass to police for relieve

To involve with the streets, pushing the coca leaf

Choppin up onions in the dungeon

Me and piff fuck, only a few niggas obi wan with

Now I’m on some dumb shit, all in south west

2000 dollar sack, no burden, no vest

Baby mama is stressed, thinking I’ma die tonight

But fuck that, daughter need diapers and baby wipes

Only kobe knew what her daddy had to do

To pay for air jordan booties, keep her in cute shoes

Nigga might make the news, jake steady chasing me

Raided my mom house, my fam can’t face me

Saying I’ve digraced them, serving up these junkies

Fuck the sale and the bungie

[Hook]

I got a pocket full of hunkies

5 o, will never catch that nigga home

With a pocket full of hunkies

On the road nigga blowing indoor

I got a pocket full of hunkies

Got a few nigga tryina get more

I need a pocket full of hunkies

Tryina send a nigga behind closed doors

Over a pocket full of

Pocket I be racist, I love green bills with white faces

Afford them nice places, taking bitches on retreats

Pictures on the beach, exotic eats,

Longin in venice, aquatic streets

Done with the partying I’m back upon my bullshit

Burn em with the full clip for nigga when they pull shit

Take a nigga jewel shit, erase you with the tool quick

Place me in the pool pen, I lay you by the pool pen

Heavy since you for niggas stay the fuckin trouble

Obitual felon, fuck a ccw

Police gotta catch them, peace under the breese

With a bad bitch, sucking my dick, named out to vise

House felice, we gonn move the fuck ...

Turn into the carter, just like my nigga nino them

Assault rifles, banana clips for you monkeys

Tryina stop me while I’m hungry

[Hook]

I got a pocket full of hunkies

5 o, will never catch that nigga home

With a pocket full of hunkies

On the road nigga blowing indoor

I got a pocket full of hunkies

Got a few nigga tryina get more

I need a pocket full of hunkies

Tryina send a nigga behind closed doors

Over a pocket full of

Out here getting it for real

Coke is moving, we bought a house upon the hill

Party every night, some homies is off the pill

Keep your head right when vice want us to squeel

Homie hit a left when he shoulda hit a right

When the hook out, feds put the lights

Then it’s fucking white stook out

Can’t we just all get a mill

Without you niggas snitching like a bitch to cope a deal

Niggas want the life, but niggas ain’t got the zeal

Nigga choose his wife, over money, get him killed

Like frank white, tries jeans state motherfucking feel

And some rap the silla mill

Over a pocket full of hunkies

[Hook]

I got a pocket full of hunkies

5 o, will never catch that nigga home

With a pocket full of hunkies

On the road nigga blowing indoor

I got a pocket full of hunkies

Got a few nigga tryina get more

I need a pocket full of hunkies

Tryina send a nigga behind closed doors

Over a pocket full of.

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