up In all suspense boy, you better lock it up Is it live or what? We came to rock it now Treat it like it's out of pocket - lock shit DOWN! [Chorus]
K-Mac Cook That Beat, I Eat Like It's Dinner Time Awards Show Gimme Mine, Loud And Clear (Intercom) Listen Up, I Show You How To Stunt Pocket Full Of
the girls look packed What up What up Shorty wanna lead me to the back (to the back) Ain't been in here 15 minutes got a pocket full of digits and she
never gave a fuck and now I'm proving it bitch Hey, and this is my favorite song Sing along when the DJ throws it on We got a bag full of weed and a
: (feat. Nicki Minaj) [Drake:] Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a
got a new condo watch me as I settle in I deserve a MTV show for me and my people and if you tryna zone I got a whole swisher sweet full rappers are liars
, I'm randomly sockin' fans And when my interviews in hockey masks, Slap the journalists on they ass I'm high off speed, Drivin' my car at high speed Pocket full
ass nigga livin next to the killer I'm the killer that moved out of the block And head back to the hood, when I'm movin my rock You can find me, on a
that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket And
: A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and
up but now he rolling more Rolled on, 3 pills now, he on 4 idk, why? But that remy turned into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got
block, boy from the block, block I'm the boy from the block with the very large knots I want the money, I smell like a pocket full of hundreds A whole bag full
bitch a dove if she let me touch her tities Chorus Gucci mane make you look lke you posed to look Gucci shoesGucci fit and a pocket book Let you party like a rock
defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin prophet's in their pockets And lock it till I promise
back In the club with your baby mama in my lap Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne Big watch, big rocks
',cold makin' a killin' My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin' Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors Every time I rock the mic
She fills 'em out and I aim to please I never seen nothing baby better than a commie in her Nova with her panties and a pocket full of rock She's
whiskey and your words are just spit You've got a hollow leg and the rest of you is full of shit (full of shit) Full of shit (full of shit) Shit, shit