dawg, how could you do me like that? I took your family in I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again But now it's like you never knew me Wouldn
try to play him like a chump 'Cause he got what they want He under thirty years old but already he's a pro Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets
, big onions on sauted fish Little Royal, candle and one big kiss You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard, you cussed me out When you found condoms layin' in my pocket
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest I'll never fall in love with that pretty
hater here isn't you Super cool, that's real cool You can feel like you gotta friend But I ain't trusting my money counter And that's the reason I count again
so fucking raw haters hoping that I catch AIDS Motivated just from being broke Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never
would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks But no I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad mothafucka with a pocket
left the group home, again alone Still dreamin' about the microphone Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket
the rental Continental hit the town right Twenty-one, dollars in my pocket makes a long night Climbin' while I'm drivin' motherfuckas we be gettin' it on Just awaken shaken once again
my villians, get 'em gone, early mo'n On the co'n, get my hustle on I stays dirty, chippin', choppin', flippin' birdies I'm pushin' thirty, vision clear, I'm never
Factor in this drama I learned that first hand by my babies momma That's why I'm going never take em serious Got a heartache and a pocket And for being
the hater here isn't you super cool, thats real cool you can feel like you gotta friend but i aint trusing my money counter and thats the reason i count again
house Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again [Hook:
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics go get your diaper changed Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics go get your diaper changed
I was going But it felt good for a change A five and a pocket full of silver I paid the lady no change And then it started to piss down I started driving again
you even Got a few bucks But I'm still folks, Wilson Park Member three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin' changed
you've been looking for shelter on a cloudless day, there's no rain you're keeping pennies in your pocket for a bottle full of spare change, just in