Pimp Tha Pen

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Screw, Pimp C & Lil Keke] (I got a pocket full of stones) Dirty red, little Courtney the real, know what I'm sayin'? (I got a pocket full of stones) Gigo, puttin' it down in Dallas (I got a pocket full of stones) Little dirt in the head, know what I'm sayin'? (I got a pocket fulla stones) Southside, screwed up tape, know what I'm sayin'? (I got a pocket full of stones) What's up Lil' Keke? What's up? [Verse 1: Lil Keke & Both] I'm draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot Fire up a fat sweet, turnin' on the bulb lights Hand on the wood grain, ass on the tight white Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas Home of the players, so we'll never be no plexin' (No plex's) So long we've been waitin', never ever hatin' In Houston we Elbows (Elbows), In Cali they Day' (They Day') So 1996 you hoes better duck Because the world gon' drip candy and be all screwed up (All screwed up) Just pop in your grey cassette, turn up your fuckin' deck Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck Down here we smoke tree, then let the world see True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke Ain't no love for haters and you busted dick suckers On the southside, we stayin' paid motherfucker [Interlude: DJ Screw & Pimp C] (I got a pocket fulla stones) Know what I'm sayin'? It's Lil Keke, Big Troy (I got a pocket fulla stones) Know what I'm sayin'? Big Pokey, Big— (I got a pocket fulla stones) Know what I'm sayin'? Al-D my little brother (I got a pocket fulla stones) Screwed up click, what's up Big Hawk (I got a pocket fulla stones) (I got a pocket fulla stones) Know what I'm sayin'? That K-K (I got a pocket fulla stones) It's goin' down, know what I'm sayin'? (I got a pocket fulla stones) Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is (I got a pocket fulla stones) [Verse 2: Lil Keke] It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes Who's the man, who's the boss? Who's the nigga that's paid the cost? I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the loss Grippin' a Grant up in the slant, workin' the wood it's understood Flippin these Rolls, and slammin' these doors Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes Who in the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill? From hittin' the boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill I'm poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red Sittin' on buck, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw Take it from me, the nigga Lil Ke', the H, the A, the R and D Menace to society, born and raised to be a G I grabs the 'phone go on and on, two or three songs I won't postpone 'Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script, while movin' a tongue You take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung Jackers and hustlers, players and macks, foreign doors and Cadillacs Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack All these thangs remain the same because I'm so able to win All around just bow down, because Lil Keke pimps the pen