Pocket Full lyrics

by

Obie Trice


R.I.P. my n*gga B-I-G Notorious Big
Yeah get on my Big sh*t

US notes is all a n*gga really aim for
Flipping coke is how I learned to make the change roll
Momma took my ass to the police for the leak
Too involved with the streets pushing the coca leaf
Chopping up onions in the dungeon
Me and P-Funk only a few n*ggas Obie roll with
Now I'm on some dumb sh*t all in South West
2000 dollar sack no burner no vest
Babymama stressed thinking I'm going to die to night
f*ck that, daughter need diapers… baby wipes
Only Kobie knew what her daddy had to do to pay for Air Jordan booties keep her in cute shoes
n*gga might make the news
Jakes steady chasing me
Raided my mom house
My fam can't face me
Saying I disgraced them
Serving up these junkies
f*ck…
I got a pocket full of honkies

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5-0 will never catch that n*gga O' with a pocket full of honkies
On the road n*gga blowing dough I got a pocket full of honkies
Got a few, n*gga trying to get more I need a pocket full of honkies
Trying to send a n*gga sitting behind closed doors over a pocket full of honkies
How could I be racist
I love Green bills with white faces
Afford them nice places
Taking pictures on retreats
Pictures on the beach
Exotic eats
Lounging in Venice aquatic streets
Done with the partying I'm back up on my bullsh*t
Burner with the full clip
n*ggas want to bullsh*t
Take a n*gga ?Jewish? sh*t
Erase you with the tool quick
Place me in the ball pen
I'll lay you by the ball pit
Heavy since youth a n*gga stayed in f*cking trouble
Habitual felon f*ck a CCW
Police got to catch him
Piece under the briefs
With a bad b*tch sucking my di*k named Al Tarees
House for lease
We going to move the f*ck in it then
Turn it to the Carter, just like my n*gga Nino and them
Assault rifles, banana clips for you monkies
Trying to stop me while I'm hungry
I got a pocket full of honkies!
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Out here getting it for real
Coke is moving
We bought a house up on the hill
Party every night
Some homies is off the pill
Keep your head right when Vic's want us to squeal
Homie hit a left when he should of hit a right
When the hook out
Feds put the lights and then his wife stook out

(I just want to see my wife
I know where he get it at
He get a hundred of them things right there on Lauter St
I know where he get it at
I'll tell you everything)

Can't we all just get a mil
Without you n*ggas snitching like a b*tch that copped a deal
n*ggas want the life but ain't got the zeal
n*gga chose his wife over money get him killed
Like Frank White Trice jeans stay motherf*cking filled
Some wrapped in ??silamil??

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