Pocket Full of Stones

(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 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!!!