UGK — Pocket Full of Stones Remix

[Hook 2X] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] When I first started back in 1989 I wasn't movin keys, I was barely movin dimes Started comin up, fiends recognize my face I was payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case You wanna freebase, I got them hovers for ya right A boulder on your pipe and you can get high as a kite Cash went to stacks, then they went to piles (UHH...) Thanks to them dope-fiends hittin crack vials [Pimp C] Back in the days, they used to run up sayin, "Pimp C, what you know?" I told 'em, "Get this crack and get yourself-away-from-me-bro" Cause everywhere I went, it became an instant cut Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts A fiend gon' be a fiend, you can't change no fiends I guess So I just let 'em smoke until they taste the Brillo Pad in they chest Now they won't leave me alone Cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stoooooones... [Hook] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Pimp C] Check it, uh, I bought a Cadillac, dropped it to the street top Got me a family, started pushin crack rock Rock crack sho' paid GOOD in the city sets Had a lil' gal for every letter in the alphabet Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee And a whole lotta fiends that used to do me up for free... I bought my first key from my baby mama brotha Cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers Everybody in my family was clockin loot Sold my Cadillac, I got a brand new Lexus Sports Coupe Huh, got a house on the hill, got a boat on the lake Got a detail shop to cover up them ducats that I make It's to the point where I don't SEE, dope, no mo' Still smoke that weed, still drink beer, and grow Now them laws won't leave me alone Cause they know, all my posse got them pocket full of stones [Hook] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion Sellin crack rocks, the devil's love potion (yeah!) Three wheel motion on my Buick Park Ave Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs Paid like a fat rat, clientele is big If anybody try to gank me, I'mma split they wig Suck me up and lick me up, just to get a bump Forget black Caesar, brothers call me black Trump Pistol grip PUMP, in my lap at all times Brothers step on other brothers' cuts but they don't step on mine Got my money totaled for a big time spree 17-5, I got a bird - yeah key! Put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob Now my click is comin up, just like the mob My workers got workers, everybody's makin green Gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends [Hook] I got a pocket full of stones Got a pocket full of stones (give it away, give it away, give it away now) I got a pocket full of stones And they won't leave my ass alone (give it away, give it away, give it away now) [Bun B] Keys are movin daily, the products to the max (max) Me, Byrd, and Pimp C is makin big fat paper stacks (stacks) The game is gettin silly, dope is so easy to sell Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail I got 'em makin sales cause it's all about the green Mo' workers, mo' workers, my face ain't on the scene My attitude is mean because I'm keepin my respect Ain't nobody outta line because I got 'em all in check I broke a cop's neck, cause he stepped outta place Dead pig, murder one, now I got time to face The judge that sent me got capped, by Byrd and C And now my boys are sittin up the river next to me Fo' years passed and we back on the shoulder Hit the cuts with fifty, bought a nice fat boulder Cut up to a nice fat pile of hover tens Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over agaaaaa-in [Mr. 3-2- Outro] Yeaaaaah...Big babies annnnnd big babettes It's the nine-treeeeey, REALLY DO-ooooe... REALLY DOE, you don't hear me! But anyway, {*inhales*} yeeaaaaah... Oh...Big Baby 3-2 in the hooooo-OWWWWWOOOUUSE... Uhhh, and we got soul baby Pimp C in the HOOOOOWWOOUSE-UH And we got, the atomic baby Bun Beeeeee... UHHH, and we got, Byrd baBEEEEYYYYYYY.. CHRONIC...[*laughs*] [Hook, giggling, and weed smoked-out ad-libs and "shout-outs" continues as music slowly fades]