Blues in the Pocket - John Hicks

I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!" Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a

Feat Dutches Kokane Warren G Fast Money Might be yo last money Quick to blast for the cash money Squabbin' over past money Lookin' for spots to stash money Fast

They say pimpin' aint easy And ni**a, they aint neva lie We ride back to back thru the track faul on suicide Watch me glide on twenties Get money Smokin' backwo

Where am I I smell fire Who got that fire Fire I don't smoke that brown I want the bomb Don't like that s**t I don't like that s**t I need fire Who got fire Yo

I'm a hutch peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high homie Shady character like Don King so you better keep your eye on me I done bust n***az in the gril

Real n***as Let's make this official baby Real before rappin I've been down For oh so long Starin at these prison walls I want you to Step in my 150s for a minu

Ho upset Mac Dre come through She told a ni**a to come through Let me whoop this puss on you You can't whoop that puss on me Ain't no ho puss worth my life Ain'