Pimp Tha Pen

(Pocket Full of Stones - by UGK is in the background mix) "I got a pocket fulla stones" [Lil Keke] 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 there'll never be no plexin' So long we've been waitin' Never ever hatin' In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons So 1996 you hoes better duck Because the world gon' drip candy and be 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 hatas and you busted big suckas On the south side we stayin' paid MuthaFucka! (Pocket Full of Stones - by UGK is in the background mix) "I got a pocket fulla stones" "...And they won't leave my ass alone" [DJ Screw] Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is... [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 payed the cost I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the loss Grippin' a grand up in the slab, workin' the wood it's understood Flippin these Rolls, and slammin' these doors Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill I'm poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red Sittin' on bucks, 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 Lakee, 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 2 or 3 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 By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung Jacker's and hustler's, player's and mack's Foreign doors and Cadillacs Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the stacks All these thangs remain tha same because I'm so able to win All around just bow down Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen