Obie Trice - Pocket Full lyrics
rate meYou 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.
