Pimp C - Pocket Full of Stones lyrics

[Hook] I gotta pocket full of stones (Hey mothaf**a) 7x [Verse 1: Bun B] When I first started back in 1989 I wasn't moving keys I was barely moving dimes Started coming up fiends recognize my face I was paying off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case You want to freebase I got them hubbas for your a** A boulder on your pipe and you can have a megablast Cash went to stacks, then it went to piles Thanks to the dope fiends hitting crack vials Verse 2: Pimp C Back in the days they used to run up saying 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, you can't change they a** I guess So them mothaf**as tweak until they take a Brilo pad in they chest Now they won't leave me alone Cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones [Hook] I gotta pocket full of stones (7x) And they won't leave my a** alone Verse 3: Pimp C I bought a Cadillac dropped it to the street top Got me a family and started pushin crack rock Rock crack sho paid good in the city set' Had a f**ing ho 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) Then what you did C? I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha I cooked the sh** myself and started pa**in out them hubbas Everybody in my faaamly was clockin loot Sold my cadillac and got a lexus sports coupe I gotta house on the hill gotta 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 more Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke Now the laws won't leave me alone Cause they know all my n***as got a pocket full of stones [Hook] Verse 4: Bun B 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 smokin slabs Paid like a muthaf**a clientele is growin Geakin' so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin s** a dick and lick an a** just to get a bump f** Black Caesar n***as call me Black Trump Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times n***as f** wit other n***as 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 coming up like the f**in mob My workers got workers everybody making green Gettin cash for putting stones in the pockets of the fiends [Hook] Verse 5: Bun B Keys are moving daily, the product selling 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 Hit the cut with fifty, bought a nice fat boulder Cut it to a nice fat pile of hubba tens Got a pocket full of stones starting all over again [Hook]