Pocket Full of Stones, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pimp C] 36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat I'm fresh outta jail so you know a nigga swole Straight to Short Texas where the fucking dope is sold Cocaine lady white lady selling good Got them hoes on that bar in my motherfucking hood Making all that paper fucking hoes in the sheets Motherfuck a Phillie, smoking big fat Swisher Sweets, uh [Verse 2: Bun B] It's the return of the main motherfucker selling crack Time to give it away now, on the short four years on my back But see it's cool, they know me when they see me so they holler, "Big Bun" The nigga that don't give a fuck about the value of a dollar Fiends know me and wave like I'm a star Cause they know I've got the white girl and the black tar in my car So when you see a nigga face you know it's on I'm back in this bitch, with another pocket full of fucking stones, bitch [Hook: Pimp C] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone [Verse 3: Bun B] The laws heard I'm back on the street so they trip Trying to catch me on the short while I'm slanging for my grip So now I'm hitting licks, quick quiet as a mouse Last quarters [?], damn its time to get a house I found me a shack deep west by the bridge And scored half a bird in H-town by Willow Ridge And brought it back to P.A. right past the undercovers Couldn't find my old clique so I gots they lil brothers But still wearing Dickies like I did when I left Making moneys number one, way before life or death And fucking hoes down 'cause I been in that world Coming up on these wannabes sporting Jheri Curls So anything ya' need whether weed, speed, cain Heroin, ice, ecstasy ya find I got it man A pharmacy on feet, when y'all need y'all very own Bring your mother or your brother when ya'll need another pocket full of motherfucking stones, bitch [Hook: Pimp C] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones [Verse 4: Pimp C] I bought an old ass hoopty, dropped it down to the pavement Every thin dime that I made, a nigga saved it 'Cause I knew a nigga in the city with them packs I buy a pack up off him and cook up [?] gobs of crack Making big stacks but I keep that on the cool Got some hoes slanging sugar at the school for me, fool Selling big bundles of that Heroin with the ease No more ounces baby all I sell is quarter keys I got a house and a car but I stay out of sight Ask DJ Bird, ain't I chillin nigga? (Tight) Sharp as a sickle, need a nickel, nigga please I got some shit that make an elephant buckle to his fucking knees So tell all them hoes that you met Pimp C A slow walking, country talking, weed smoking G 'Cause I'ma show these hoes how the shit supposed to be When you ain't it fuck you nigga you can come inside with me I got a pocket full of stones, bitch, uh [Hook: Pimp C] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone [Verse 5: Pimp C] Shit is fucked up but I still pack that chrome Motherfucking feds got a tap on my phone But if they run their funky ass up in my home Buck, buck, buck to they motherfucking dome (Bitch) 'Cause like Bun said, "We ain't no punk ass tricks" And tell - that he can suck a nigga dick Cause niggas gettin' tired of all that fuck ass shit And if they leave it up to me, they find him stankin' in a ditch 'Cause can't no goddamn body stop crack As long as young niggas making big fat stacks I tried to do it legal, making records had me bent Like 2Pac said, "It didn't pay the fucking rent" So now I'm cooking [?] of that crack and making bags A nigga doing bad, had to sell my fucking Jag I tried to get a job but they say that I'm too known So I'm back on the streets with my niggas With a motherfucking pocket full of stones, bitch [Hook:Pimp C] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones, got a pocket full of stones I got a pocket full of stones, starting all over again Uh, yeah