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Pocket Change, Pocket Change and So So Def Collabo

It`s that dunky, not you man, Lil` Jon, East Side Boyz



[Hook]

I bet you loc man, bet you smoke man

Bet you choke man, bet ya girls I bang

Bet you can`t hang

Our po` punch ain`t nothin` but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane



I bet you drink man, bet you stink man

Bet you lie man, bet you high man

Bet you fried man

Our po` punch ain`t nothin` but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane



[Verse 1]

I came from clackey-lackey to the coasts of Hollywood, California

I smell pneumonia, the music biz is gonna own ya

Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya

It`s a crime I had to sign, new place and time

I had to write my little life on the dotted line

No whisper can mistake Lil` Bubba, I hear yo evil

I see yo evil, I speak yo evil

No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble

Bobble, bobble in ya upper Adam did flop down

I got the 40 of Ides and the Zima

Craig ain`t thinkin` sinkin` thinkin`

Of takin` two sips of this honkey malt liquor

I send all the dodgers just to make it a Babe Ruth

Lay off the snooze, no time to choose

Tippin` back a few, catch a dew, then catch the booze-cooze

Absolut is the boos, cousin Citron is a choss

Skies wide, fly when I`m lost in that sauce



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

I tend to the album, every hour hear it on the news

Ya comin` back whack, recognize that you through

Ya minute made compared to me and tossin` eatin` peaty

The explanation highly been for false is drippin` Chinely

Port to shore to shorty comin` back, Lordy pass the forty

Bad enough to trip and uh, I`m swingin` fast

I break this mirror in half, and shove it up your ass

If you a flea be a flea

Uh swimming in the sea

You talkin` about my bag of forty back to eternity

Drinkin` my drink in the morning like Mo, Hen, and Chiney

Fast to understand a lyrical blast, can you see me

I fake the shake to the bucket but it ain`t Batman

I`m Robin J and you luscious and Vegas scams

And one and under white trash

And listen to my information

It`ll make your blood sludge and tell ya bout cremation

I drank 24 puke 12 and drink some more



[Hook]



[Ad-libs to fade]

Pocket Change, Pocket Change and So So Def Collabo

It`s that dunky, not you man, Lil` Jon, East Side Boyz



[Hook]

I bet you loc man, bet you smoke man

Bet you choke man, bet ya girls I bang

Bet you can`t hang

Our po` punch ain`t nothin` but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane



I bet you drink man, bet you stink man

Bet you lie man, bet you high man

Bet you fried man

Our po` punch ain`t nothin` but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane



[Verse 1]

I came from clackey-lackey to the coasts of Hollywood, California

I smell pneumonia, the music biz is gonna own ya

Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya

It`s a crime I had to sign, new place and time

I had to write my little life on the dotted line

No whisper can mistake Lil` Bubba, I hear yo evil

I see yo evil, I speak yo evil

No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble

Bobble, bobble in ya upper Adam did flop down

I got the 40 of Ides and the Zima

Craig ain`t thinkin` sinkin` thinkin`

Of takin` two sips of this honkey malt liquor

I send all the dodgers just to make it a Babe Ruth

Lay off the snooze, no time to choose

Tippin` back a few, catch a dew, then catch the booze-cooze

Absolut is the boos, cousin Citron is a choss

Skies wide, fly when I`m lost in that sauce



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

I tend to the album, every hour hear it on the news

Ya comin` back whack, recognize that you through

Ya minute made compared to me and tossin` eatin` peaty

The explanation highly been for false is drippin` Chinely

Port to shore to shorty comin` back, Lordy pass the forty

Bad enough to trip and uh, I`m swingin` fast

I break this mirror in half, and shove it up your ass

If you a flea be a flea

Uh swimming in the sea

You talkin` about my bag of forty back to eternity

Drinkin` my drink in the morning like Mo, Hen, and Chiney

Fast to understand a lyrical blast, can you see me

I fake the shake to the bucket but it ain`t Batman

I`m Robin J and you luscious and Vegas scams

And one and under white trash

And listen to my information

It`ll make your blood sludge and tell ya bout cremation

I drank 24 puke 12 and drink some more



[Hook]



[Ad-libs to fade]

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