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When I first started back in 1989 |
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I wasn't movin' keys, |
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I barely movin' dimes |
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Started comin' up fiends, recognize my face |
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Started payin' off the laws so |
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I wouldn't catch a case |
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You wanna freebase, |
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I got them hovers for your ass |
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You get high as a kite and you feel a mega blast |
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Cash movin' stacks, then they came to piles |
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And then them fiends started hittin' crack voiles |
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Back in the days they used to run up sayin'"Pimp C, what ya know?" |
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I tell 'em get this crack and get the fuck away from me hoe' |
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Cuz everywhere |
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I went it became an instant cut' |
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Cuz they knew |
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I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts |
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A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass |
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I guessTake a |
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Brillo pad to the chest, now they won't leave me alone' |
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Cuz they know |
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I got a whole pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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And they won't leave my ass alone |
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I bought a |
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Cadillac, brought it to a street top |
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Started me a family and started pushin' crack rock |
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Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that |
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Had a fuckin' hoe for every letter in the alphabet |
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Annie and |
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Brenda, Carla and |
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DeeAnd a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free |
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Now what did |
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C?I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha |
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I cooked it up myself and started passin' out them hovers |
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Everybody in my family was clockin' loot |
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Sold my Cadillac and bought a |
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Lexus sports coupe |
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I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake |
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Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that |
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I makeIt's to the point where |
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I don't see dope no more |
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Still smoke weed, still drink beer and toke |
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Now all them laws won't leave me alone' |
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Cuz they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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And they won't leave my ass alone |
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Livin' real smooth like |
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Aloe Vera lotion |
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I'm sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion |
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Three wheel motion on my buick park ave |
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Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin' slabs |
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Paid like a muthafucka client el is growin' |
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It's gettin' so bad, |
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I got pregnant fiends hoin' |
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Suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump |
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Fuck Black |
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Caesar niggaz, call me |
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Black Trump |
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Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times |
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Niggaz fuck wit' other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit' mine |
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Got my money totaled for a big time pass17-5 |
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I gotta bird on they ass |
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I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob |
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Now my click is comin' up like the fuckin' mob |
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My workers got workers everybody makin' green |
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Gettin' cash for puttin' stones in the pockets of the fiends |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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I gotta pocket full of stones |
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And they won't leave my ass alone |
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Business boomin' daily, my product sellin' fast |
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Me and my nigga |
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C is makin' money out the ass |
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This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to sell |
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Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin' time in jail |
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I gotta make the sales 'cuz it's all about that green |
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Mo worker, mo workers, my face ain't on the scene |
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My attitude is mean 'cuz |
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I keepin' my respect |
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Ain't nobody out of line 'cuz |
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I got 'em all in check |
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I broke a cops neck 'cuz he step outta place |
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Dead pig, murder 1, now |
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I got time to face |
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The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga |
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CAnd now his ass is sent up the river next to me |
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Four years pass and we back on the shoulder |
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Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder |
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Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens |
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Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all over again |
