Song | Pocket Full Of Stones |
Artist | UGK |
Album | UGK - Best Of |
作曲 : Butler, Freeman | |
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 ass | |
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 fuckawayfrommehoe! | |
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 ass 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 ass 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 fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet | |
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee | |
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck 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 passin 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 niggas 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 muthafucka clientel is growin | |
It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin | |
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump | |
fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump | |
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times | |
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine | |
Got my money totalled for a big time pass | |
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass | |
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob | |
Now my click is comin up like the fuckin 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 nigga C is makin money out the ass | |
This shit 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 nigga C | |
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me | |
Four years pass 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!!! |
zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman | |
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 ass | |
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 fuckawayfrommehoe! | |
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 ass 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 ass 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 fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet | |
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee | |
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck 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 passin 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 niggas 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 muthafucka clientel is growin | |
It' s gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin | |
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump | |
fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump | |
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times | |
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don' t fuck wit mine | |
Got my money totalled for a big time pass | |
175 I gotta bird on they ass | |
I put my boys down so they wouldn' t have to rob | |
Now my click is comin up like the fuckin 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 nigga C is makin money out the ass | |
This shit 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 nigga C | |
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me | |
Four years pass 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!!! |