The Pocket of God

Lyrics

I'm gonna tell you a little story When this little story's through There's gonna be a little test See if you know what's good for you She was an angel of the 4th Ward When I plucked her off the street So tenderly I took her indoors Bought her some tits and fixed her teeth You should've seen her crunch a number Work a sucker, shoot a breeze She started off on the club floor Soon enough she had the keys She was a punch I couldn't counter Sometimes I was tempted to applause Just being around her Felt like I picked the pocket of god Could not believe I'd found her Was like I picked the pocket of god Then some tweak, some kinda heat wave He backed my distribution up Parcels of Tardust and White Nurse Stacked in the back room of the club My boys could not extract her thinking She knew there's cameras everywhere Maybe she was fresh outta thinking Maybe she thought I couldn't care Never gave me reason to doubt her There was her face and her facade Smilin' over them packages of powder Like she picked the pocket of god She couldn't look prouder Oh, she picked the pocket of god I found out she had a partner He's still around here somewhere But now he's working for me His was just business I took her personally That's the dead end of that story Could be the end of yours, too This was a woman I admired You're just shit-for-brains-for-hire Before I scrape you off my shoe Know that I only asked her once Now that I've asked you nice Go on ask yourself Do I strike you as the kind to ask twice?