UGK - Pocket Full of Stones, Pt. 2 lyrics

36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street!
I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat
I'm fresh outta jail so you
Know a nigga swole
Straight to Short Texas where the
Fucking dope is sold
Cocaine lady white lady selling good
Got them hoes on that bar
In my motherfucking hood
Making all that paper fucking
Hoes in the sheets motherfucking fearless
Smoking big fat Swisher Sweets

It's the return of the
Main motherfucker selling crack!
Time to give it away now
On the Short four years on my back
But see it's cool
They know me when they see me
So they holler "Big Bun!"
The nigga that don't give a fuck
About the value of a dollar
Fiends know me and wave like I'm a star
Cause they know I've got the white girl
And the black tar in my car
So when you see the nigga
Face you know it's on
I'm back in this bitch with another
Pocket full of fucking stones bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

The law turn their backs on
The street so they trip
Trying to catch me on the short
While I'm slanging for my grip
So now I'm hitting licks
Quick quiet as a mouse
Last quarters damn it's time to get a house
I found me a shack deep west by the bridge
And stored half a bird in the
Next town by Willow Ridge
And brought it back to PA
Right past the undercovers
Couldn't find my o-clip so I
Ask their lil brothers
They still wearing Dickies like they
Did when I left
Making moneys number one right
Before life or death
And fucking hoes down Cause I
Been in that world
Coming up on these wannabes
Sporting Jheri Curls
So anything ya need whether weed, speed, cain
Heroin, ice, ecstasy ya find I got it made
How far to see ya peep
When you need ya very own
Bring ya mother or your brother
When ya'll need another pocket
Full of motherfucking stones bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

I bought an old ass 50 dropped
It down to the pavement
Every damn dime that I made I
Made a nigga save it cus I knew a nigga in
The city with that case?
Making big stacks but I keep that on the cool
Got some hoes slanging sugar at
The school for me fool
Selling big bundles of that
Heroin with that E
No more ounces baby all I sell is forty keys
I got a house and a car
But I stay outta sight
Ask DJ Bird, ain't I chilly nigga? (TIGHT)
Sharp as a sickle, need a nickle
Nigga please
I got some shit make an elephant
Buckle to his fucking knees
So tell all them hoes you met Pimp C
A slow walking, country talking
Weed smoking G
Cause I'ma show these hoes how
Shit supposed to be
When you ain't a fucking nigga you
Can come inside with me

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Shit is fucked up but I
Still pack that chrome
Motherfucking feds got a tap on my phone
But if they run their fucking
Ass up in my home
BUCK-BUCK-BUCK to they motherfucking dome
Cause like Bun said "We ain't
No punk ass tricks"

Cause niggas tired of all that fuck ass shit
And if they leave it up to me
They find em stanking in a ditch
Cause can't no gosh damn body stop crack
As long as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm cooking-cooking
Selling that crack and making bags
A nigga doing bad so I had
To sell my fucking Jag
I tried to get a job but
They say that I'm too known
So I'm back on the streets with my niggas
With a motherfucking pocket full of stones

I got a pocket full of
Stones starting all over again