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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 boy in my motherfucking hood Making all that paper fucking hoes in the sheets Motherfuck a Philly, 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 come at me in waves 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 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 Letras de canciones The law turn their backs on the street so they trip Trying to catch me on the sharp while I'm slanging for my grip So now I'm hitting licks, quick quiet as a mouse Last quarters (?) damn its 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 P.A. 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 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 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 (?) I knew a nigga in the city with that case (?) ? Making big stacks (?) 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 I (?) chilling nigga (TIGHT) Sharp as a (?) I got some shit make an elephant buck (?) So tell all them hoes you met Pimp C A slow walking, country talking, weed smoking G Cause I'ma show these hoes how she 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 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" And tell [censored] he can suck a nigga dick 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 (?) bent Like 2Pac said "it didn't pay the fucking rent" So now I'm cooking (?) of that crack A nigga doing bad so I had to sell my fucking (?) 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 From Letras Mania