Pocket Full Of Stones Lyrics

Pocket Full Of Stones lyrics

* originally appeared on the Menace II Society soundtrack







(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!!!