Lyrics:

I got a pocket full of stones (let it ring)
I got a pocket full of stones (y'all coordinate well)
I got a pocket full of stones (know what I'm sayin' 'gator?)
I got a pocket full of stones (bring that down, Big Dez)
I got a pocket full of stones (now burn the hate, know what I'm sayin'?)
I got a pocket full of stones (Southside, screwed up T, know what I'm sayin'?)
I got a pocket full of stones (wassup Lil Keke?)
Wassup?
I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb lights
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the players, so there'll never be no plexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston, we Elbows, in Cali they Daytons
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gon' drip candy and be all screwed up
Just pop in your gray cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree, then let the world see
True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for haters and you busted big suckas
On the south side we stayin' paid motherfucker
Know what I'm sayin'?
(I got a pocket full of stones) Lil Keke, bitch, oi
(I got a pocket full of stones) know what I'm sayin'? (Oh yeah)
(I got a pocket full of stones) know what I'm sayin'?
(I got a pocket full of stones) Al D, my lil' brother, screwed up, come here
(I got a pocket full of stones) sup nigga, how
Know what I'm sayin'? That Keke (I got a pocket full of stones)
It's goin' down, know what I'm sayin' (and they won't leave my ass alone)
Yo Keke, dog, tell 'em what time it is
It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
For all the players, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's the boss?
Who's the nigga that's paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn 'cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
Grippin' a grand up in the slab, workin' the wood, it's understood
Flippin' these Rolls, and slammin' these doors
Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes
Who in the hell was able to tell the Southside they had to chill
From hittin' the boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill?
I'm poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red
Sittin' on bucks, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head
Somethin' serious when I let go 'cause I got a way with words
I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs
My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the nigga Lakee, the H, the A, the R and D
Menace to society, born and raised to be a G
I grabs the phone, go on and on, two or three songs I won't postpone
'Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays, if you can flip the script by movin' your tongue
You take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung
Jacker's and hustler's, player's and Mack's
Foreign doors and Cadillacs
Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the stacks
All these things remain tha same because I'm so able to win
All around just bow down because Lil Keke pimps the pen