Ugk - Pocket Full Of Stones (Remix) lyrics

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UHH...

I got a pocket full of stooooooones...

Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

I got a pocket full of stooooooones...

I got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

When I first started back in 1989

I wasn't movin keys, I was barely movin dimes

Started comin up, fiends recognize my face

I was payin off the law so I wouldn't catch a case

You want a freebase, I got them hovers for ya right

A boulder on your pipe and you can get high as a kite

Cash went to stacks, then they went to piles (UHH...)

Thanks to them dope hittin crack vials

Back in the days, they used to run up sayin, "Pimp C, what you know? "

I told 'em, "Get this crack and get yourself-away-from-me-bro"

Cause everywhere I went, it became an instant cut

Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts

A fiend gon' be a fiend, you can't change no fiends I guess

So I just let 'em smoke until they taste the Brillo Pad in they chest

Now they won't leave me alone

Cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stoooooones...

Got a pocket full of stooooooones...

Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

I got a pocket full of stooooooones...

And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

Check it, uh, I bought a Cadillac, parked it to a street top

Got me a family, started pushin crack rock

Rock crack sho' paid GOOD in the city that's

Had a lil' gal for every letter in the alphabet

Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee

And a whole lot a fiends that used to do me up for free...

I bought my first key from my baby momma brotha

Cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers

Everybody in my family was clockin loot

Sold my Cadillac, I got a brand new Lexus Sports Coupe

Huh, got a house on the hill, got a boat on the lake

Got a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make

It's to the point where I don't SEE, dope, no mo'

Still smoke that weed, still drink beer, aaaaand 'cro

Now them laws won't leave me alone

Cause they know, all my posse got them pocket full of STOOOOONES...

Got a pocket full of stooooooones...

Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

I got a pocket full of stooooooones...

And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion

Sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion (yeah!)

Three wheel motion on my Buick Park Ave

Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs

Paid like a fat rat, clientele is big

If anybody try to gank me, I'm a split they wig

Suck me up and lick me up, just to get a bump

Forget black Caesar, brothers call me black Trump

Pistol grip PUMP, in my lap at all times

Brothers step on other brothers cut but they don't step on mine

Got my money totalled for a big time scream

17-5, I got a bird - yeah key!

I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob

Now my click is comin up, just like the mob

My workers got workers, everybody's makin green

Gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends

Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (uh, yeah)

Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

I got a pocket full of stooooooones... (yeah)

Got a pocket full of STOOOOOOOOOONES... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)

Keys are movin daily, the products to the max (max)

Me, Byrd, and Pimp C is makin big fat paper stacks (stacks)

The game is gettin silly, dope is so easy to sell

Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail

I got 'em makin sales cause it's all about that green

Mo' workers, mo' workers, my faith ain't on the scene

My attitude is mean because I keepin my respect

Ain't nobody out of line because I got 'em all in check

I broke a cop's neck, cause he step outta place

Dead pig, murder one, now I got time to face

The judge that sent me got capped, by Byrd and C

And now my boys are sittin up the river next to me

Fo' years pass and we back on the shoulder

Hit the cuts with fifty up, bought a nice fat boulder

Cut up to a nice fat pile of hover tens

Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over agaaaaa-in

Yeaaaaah... Big ladies annnnnd big babiiiies

It's the nine-treeeees, REALLY DO-ooooe...

REALLY DOE, you don't hear me!

But anyway,

Oh... Big Baby 3-2 in the hooooo-OWWWWWOOOUUSE...

Uhhh, and we got soul baby

Pimp C in the HOOOOOWWOOUSE-UH

And we got, the atomic baby Bun Beeeeee...

UHHH, and we got, Byrd baBEEEEYYYYYYY...

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