Paroles:
Last Pocket

were I've got too many pockets on my shirt Wish I could get back to the way things were I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many pockets on my

chips outta strippa Mexicans stay dough n da game ain't free wheels spin like ceilin fans Wood grain up in my hand pocket full of benjamens You spend

Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass I see dead people I see dead people Pocket

god, wow [Verse 1:] Hey, walkin' out the crib with a smile on my face Super hero, utility belt tied around my waist Tryna be next, quicker than the reflex Chainin' down and key quest Every class recess My pockets

girl is dangerous You learn the hard way That girl is dangerous She’s dangerous, dangerous She’ll do anything for a good time She’ll break your back it sounds like last

with a stripper [Twista] You wanna know where Twista be on fifty T-Pain invited me to Magic City I'm about to have some fun 2001, in these pocket all

it didn't feel real good once it started happening to me I was reaping what I was sowing, that was that hater-ism I hated to see my pants pockets without

all hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last

your eyes tight I witnessed motherfuckers get murdered, in broad daylight My life is a movie rated R, for really fucked up Blowing my feddy on do-do, I'm down to my last