Pots and Pans

[Intro] This whudd I'm talkin' bout right here Ross Just make da shit work a while, my nigga Triple C's [Hook: J-Rock] All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood [Verse 1] What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months, now I'm trynna get a block Fuck football, I'm goin' down another path Couldn't pass the test, to tell da truth I couldn't fuck with math I did get a shcolaship, but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on ya cell phone Quarter ki box of soda, Ross whip that Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with that Had to pull my pants up, go and get 'em brands up Daddy died from cancer, I neva had the chance to Tell him all my plans to, let em' fuck a danca Smokin' weed in Amsterdam with his grandson Why he passed on me, my last homie I went and bought a bird I want some cash homie [Hook] [Verse 2] I neva rode a nigga coat tail Made her took a dope sell Fuck it nigga, o wells Smokin' on dat classified Rollin' in dat Lac' of mine Know my mind stay numb to da world half da time Thinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was fucked up Found him in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked up Da world fucked up, dat's why I'm fucked up Don't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked up Bitch I'mma ride (Ride), bitch I'mma die (Die) When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib The grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's) I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do And boi 'em thangs move Fishscale git da big mail In da room full of work In case they came when they inhale [Hook] [Verse 3] It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin' Like Martin in Aston, Martin When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit Black navigator flew Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smooth Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow I hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a ho' White Beamer in da hood shinin' like a star Look this half a ki go to da club and I'mma buy da bar Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nites Promise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fight Hundred in da bag 5 birds I'mma grab Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half Bakin soda in da work works wonderful You see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da Truth [Hook]