the building Uh what? Ho, ho Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building [R. Kelly] I'm in the building tonight, it's goin down my nigga Got a pocket full
style on them hoes From nasty natty Cakalacky a mouth full of gold I'm a nuisance you slut, get ya coupe full of guts Front stunt, all you want, chump
to you! A smoke filled fever in a low-lit room A pocket full of pain and a bag of doom Some high cotton, fat bottom, bad rockin' hundred proof Come on
fill my shoes Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum Got a pocket-full of money
: A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - fuckin puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella
couldnt fade it black Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems Kid Rock i love to sing Call
try to tell me how to shake An' when I trop my drawers and shove up my dick Huh, you know thats true I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew
old guy? Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to his forehead Dugout his pockets, went in his shirt,
constructed by girls, by games, by joy See I'mma think for ya, I'mma think for me Out think the enemy, constantly It's murder on the rocks, slinging
less, than cats wit half the talent My pockets slim and empty when they should be thick like Allen Battlin' emcees and they all full of a player shook
joke "How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain't no need to be provoked besides everything up in here done been smoked I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs Pocket full
: No revolutionary gets old Or so I'm told You're left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try
up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets
I put it in the cup would you drink it up Ever get caught up in a lie and try to change it up You got a pocket full of lime, try and blaze it up [Redman
flat, lay flat, lay flat Came with a full clip I got one shot left Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat, lay flat Came with a full clip I got one shot
'm just ignant, and I don't get the props that I deserve because I'm local. [Verse 1:] No mo procrastination, this time I rock the nation, from bustaz
Dog, Dave and Fly, Just call us the playa click Like cokey city it's ninety-six, And hoes are still, turnin' tricks Some hoes won't sleep when I'm on full