[Pimp C:]
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UHH...
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[Chorus: x2]
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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[Bun B:]
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When I first started back in 1989
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I wasn't movin keys, I was barely movin dimes
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Started comin up, fiends recognize my face
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I was payin off the law so I wouldn't catch a case
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You want a freebase, I got them hovers for ya right
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A boulder on your pipe and you can get high as a kite
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Cash went to stacks, then they went to piles (UHH...)
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Thanks to them dope hittin crack vials
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[Pimp C:]
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Back in the days, they used to run up sayin, "Pimp C, what you know?"
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I told 'em, "Get this crack and get yourself-away-from-me-bro"
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Cause everywhere I went, it became an instant cut
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Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
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A fiend gon' be a fiend, you can't change no fiends I guess
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So I just let 'em smoke until they taste the Brillo Pad in they chest
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Now they won't leave me alone
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Cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stoooooones...
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[Chorus]
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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[Pimp C:]
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Check it, uh, I bought a Cadillac, parked it to a street top
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Got me a family, started pushin crack rock
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Rock crack sho' paid GOOD in the city that's
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Had a lil' gal for every letter in the alphabet
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Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
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And a whole lot a fiends that used to do me up for free...
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I bought my first key from my baby momma brotha
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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, I got a brand new Lexus Sports Coupe
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Huh, got a house on the hill, got a boat on the lake
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Got a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
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It's to the point where I don't SEE, dope, no mo'
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Still smoke that weed, still drink beer, aaaaand 'cro
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Now them laws won't leave me alone
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Cause they know, all my posse got them pocket full of STOOOOONES...
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[Chorus]
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones...
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And they won't leave my ass aloooooooone... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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[Bun B:]
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Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
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Sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion (yeah!)
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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 fat rat, clientele is big
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If anybody try to gank me, I'm a split they wig
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Suck me up and lick me up, just to get a bump
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Forget black Caesar, brothers call me black Trump
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Pistol grip PUMP, in my lap at all times
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Brothers step on other brothers cut but they don't step on mine
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Got my money totalled for a big time scream
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17-5, I got a bird - yeah key!
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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, just like the mob
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My workers got workers, everybody's makin green
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Gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends
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[Chorus]
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (uh, yeah)
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Got a pocket full of stooooooones... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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I got a pocket full of stooooooones... (yeah)
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Got a pocket full of STOOOOOOOOOONES... (give it away, give it away, give it away now)
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[Bun B:]
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Keys are movin daily, the products to the max (max)
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Me, Byrd, and Pimp C is makin big fat paper stacks (stacks)
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The game 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 got 'em makin sales cause it's all about that green
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Mo' workers, mo' workers, my faith ain't on the scene
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My attitude is mean because I keepin my respect
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Ain't nobody out of line because I got 'em all in check
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I broke a cop's neck, cause he step outta place
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Dead pig, m |