Pocket Full of Stones (Remix)

[Pimp C] UHH... [Hook 2X] I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] When I first started back in 1989 I wasn't movin keys, I was barely movin dimes Started comin up, fiends recognize my face I was payin off the law so I wouldn't catch a case You want a freebase, I got them hovers for ya right A boulder on your pipe and you can get high as a kite Cash went to stacks, then they went to piles (UHH...) Thanks to them dope hittin crack vials [Pimp C] Back in the days, they used to run up sayin, "Pimp C, what you know?" I told 'em, "Get this crack and get yourself-away-from-me-bro" Cause everywhere I went, it became an instant cut Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts A fiend gon' be a fiend, you can't change no fiends I guess So I just let 'em smoke until they taste the Brillo Pad in they chest Now they won't leave me alone Cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stoooooones... [Hook] Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Pimp C] Check it, uh, I bought a Cadillac, parked it to a street top Got me a family, started pushin crack rock Rock crack sho' paid GOOD in the city that's Had a lil' gal for every letter in the alphabet Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee And a whole lot a fiends that used to do me up for free... I bought my first key from my baby momma brotha Cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers Everybody in my family was clockin loot Sold my Cadillac, I got a brand new Lexus Sports Coupe Huh, got a house on the hill, got a boat on the lake Got a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make It's to the point where I don't SEE, dope, no mo' Still smoke that weed, still drink beer, aaaaand 'cro Now them laws won't leave me alone Cause they know, all my posse got them pocket full of STOOOOONES... [Hook] Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion Sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion (yeah!) Three wheel motion on my Buick Park Ave Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs Paid like a fat rat, clientele is big If anybody try to gank me, I'mma split they wig Suck me up and lick me up, just to get a bump Forget black Caesar, brothers call me black Trump Pistol grip PUMP, in my lap at all times Brothers step on other brothers cut but they don't step on mine Got my money totalled for a big time scheme 17-5, I got a bird - yeah key! I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob Now my click is comin up, just like the mob My workers got workers, everybody's makin green Gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends [Hook] Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (uh, yeah) Got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stooooooones.... (yeah) Got a pocket full of STOOOOOOOOOONES.... (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] Keys are movin daily, the products to the max (max) Me, Byrd, and Pimp C is makin big fat paper stacks (stacks) The game is gettin silly, dope is so easy to sell Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail I got 'em makin sales cause it's all about that green Mo' workers, mo' workers, my face ain't on the scene My attitude is mean because I keepin my respect Ain't nobody out of line because I got 'em all in check I broke a cop's neck, cause he step outta place Dead pig, murder one, now I got time to face The judge that sent me got capped, by Byrd and C And now my boys are sittin up the river next to me Fo' years pass and we back on the shoulder Hit the cuts with fifty up, bought a nice fat boulder Cut up to a nice fat pile of hover tens Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over agaaaaa-in [Mr. 3-2- Outro] Yeaaaaah...Big ladies annnnnd big babiiiies It's the nine-treeeees, REALLY DO-ooooe... REALLY DOE, you don't hear me! But anyway, {*inhales*} yeeaaaaah... Oh...Big Baby 3-2 in the hooooo-OWWWWWOOOUUSE... Uhhh, and we got soul baby Pimp C in the HOOOOOWWOOUSE-UH And we got, the atomic baby Bun Beeeeee... UHHH, and we got, Byrd baBEEEEYYYYYYY.. CHRONIC...[*laughs*] [Hook, giggling, and weed smoked-out ad-libs and "shout-outs" continues as music slowly fades]