(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your a**
You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
cash movin stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin crack viles (Pimp C)
Back in the days they used to run up sayin Pimp C what ya know?
I tell em get this crack and get the f**awayfrommehoe!
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, but you can't change they a** 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 a** alone (Pimp C)
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a f**in hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to s** my dick for free
(Bun B) Now what did C?
I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started pa**in out them hovers
Everybody in my faaamly was clockin 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 n***as got a pocket full of stones Chorus (Bun B)
Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs
Paid like a muthaf**a clientel is growin
It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin
s** a dick and lick an a** just to get a pump
f** Black Caesar n***az call me Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
n***az f** wit other n***az sh** but they don't f** wit mine
Got my money totalled for a big time pa**
17-5 I gotta bird on they a**
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is comin up like the f**in mob
My workers got workers everybody makin green
gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends Chorus (Bun B)
Business boomin daily, my product sellin fast
me and my n***a C is makin money out the a**
This sh** is gettin silly dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail ain't no spendin 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 keepin 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 n***a C
And now his a** is sent up the river next to me
Four years pa** 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 startin all over again!!!