Pimp tha Pen

Got a pocket full of stones

Got a pocket full of stones

I got a pocket full of stones

Got a pocket full of stones

Got a pocket full of stones

Got a pocket full of stones

I got a pocket full of stones

What's up?

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 woodgrain, ass on the tight white

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Home of the player, so there'll never be no plexin

So long we 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, 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 haters and you busted dick suckers

On the south side we stayin' paid muthafucka

I got a pocket full of stones, got a pocket full of stones (Know what I'm sayin', Lil' Keke, Big Troy)

I got a pocket full of stones, got a pocket full of stones (Know what I'm sayin', Big Pokey, know what I'm sayin')

I got a pocket full of stones, got a pocket full of stones (Little brother, screwed up clique, sup Big Hawk, know what I'm sayin')

I got a pocket full of stones and they won't leave my ass alone (Kay-K, it's goin' down, know what I'm sayin'? Lil Keke gon' tell 'em what time it is)

It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes

To all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes

Who's the man? Who's the boss? Who's the **** that paid the cost?

I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss

Grippin' a Grant up in the slant, workin' the wood is understood

Flippin' these rolls and slammin' these doors

Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes

Who in the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill?

From hittin' that boulevard from belts and buckles, woman and grill

I'm poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red

Sittin' on buck, 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 usin' 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 **** Lil Ke', 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

Two or three songs, I wont 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' a tongue

You take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung

Jackers and hustlers, players and macks

Foreign doors and Cadillacs

Syrup, codeine that makes you lean, and killer sweets rolled out the sack

All these things remain the same because I'm so able to win

All around, just bow down because Lil Keke pimps the pen

(I got a pocket full of stones) Know what I'm sayin'?