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pocket full of stones, pt. 2 - ugk lyrics

[verse 1: pimp c]
36 ounces make ’em bounce in the street!
i don’t wanna do it but a n-gga gotta eat
i’m fresh outta jail so you know a n-gga swole
straight to short texas where the f-cking dope is sold
cocaine lady white lady selling good
got them hoes on that bar in my motherf-cking hood
making all that paper f-cking hoes in the sheets
motherf-cking fearless, smoking big fat swisher sweets

[verse 2: bun b]
it’s the return of the main motherf-cker selling crack!
time to give it away now, on the short four years on my back
(?)they know me when they see me so they holler “big bun!”
the n-gga that don’t give a f-ck about the value of a dollar
fiends (?) 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 the n-gga face you know it’s on
i’m back in this b-tch with another pocket full of f-cking stones
b-tch!

[hook x2]
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 -ss alone

[verse 3: bun b]
the law turn their backs on the street so they trip
trying to catch me on the sharp while i’m slanging for my grip
so now i’m hitting l!cks, quick quiet as a mouse
last quarters (?) d-mn its time to get a house
i found me a shack deep west by the bridge
and stored half a bird in the next town by willow ridge
and brought it back to p.a. right past the undercovers
couldn’t find my o-clip so i ask their lil brothers
they still wearing d-ckies like they did when i left
making moneys number one before life or death
and f-cking 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 made
how far to see ya peep, when you need ya very own
bring ya mother or your brother
when ya’ll need another pocket full of motherf-cking stones
b-tch!

[hook x2]

[verse 4: pimp c]
i bought an old -ss 50 dropped it down to the pavement
every d-mn dime that i made i made a n-gga save it (?)
i knew a n-gga in the city with that case (?)
?
making big stacks (?)
got some hoes slanging sugar at the school for me fool
selling big bundles of that heroin with that e
no more ounces baby all i sell is forty keys
i got a house and a car but i stay outta sight
ask dj bird i (?) chilling n-gga (tight)
sharp as a (?)
i got some sh-t make an elephant buck (?)
so tell all them hoes you met pimp c
a slow walking, country talking, weed smoking g
cause i’ma show these hoes how she supposed to be
when you ain’t a f-cking n-gga you can come inside with me (?)

[hook x2]

[verse 5: pimp c]
sh-t is f-cked up but i still pack that chrome
motherf-cking feds got a tap on my phone
but if they run their f-cking -ss up in my home
buck-buck-buck to they motherf-cking dome
cause like bun said “we ain’t no punk -ss tricks”
and tell [censored] he can suck a n-gga d-ck
cause n-ggas tired of all that f-ck -ss sh-t
and if they leave it up to me they find em stanking in a ditch
cause can’t no gosh d-mn body stop crack
as long as young n-ggas making big fat stacks
i tried to do it legal making records (?) bent
like 2pac said “it didn’t pay the f-cking rent”
so now i’m cooking (?) of that crack
a n-gga doing bad so i had to sell my f-cking (?)
i tried to get a job but they say that i’m too known
so i’m back on the streets with my n-ggas
with a motherf-cking pocket full of stones

[hook]
i got a pocket full of stones starting all over again

- ugk lyrics

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