Grip Grand - Poppin' Pockets Remix (feat. A.G.) | Текст песни

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• Poppin' Pockets Remix (feat. A.G.)

Chorus:
(Grip Grand)
Broakland is poppin’ pockets!
Don’t even got no wallets!
No coat inside our closets,
So we can’t go out tonight!
So pop your pockets for us,
Just turn ‘em inside out.
My lyrics are the only gold that I got in my mouth.
(A.G.)
Get Dirty’s poppin’ pockets!
Don’t even got no wallets!
No coat inside our closets,
So we can go out tonight!
So pop them pockets for us,
Just turn ‘em inside out.
My lyrics are the only gold that I got in my mouth…

Verse 1 (Grip Grand):
Pop pockets, bounce your checks!
Pull a blank bank statement out your vest.
Lemme see your overdue bills.
Four rims but only two wheels!
Stay sittin on blocks,
Parked on the lawn like a sprinkler, spittin’ non-stop.
Grip Grand and a friend of his
Came to take y’all out like appendix-es.
It’s me and the Giant A!
Can’t find a way to make rhymin’ pay…
Product of our environment,
Not much for our retirement.
Just pop ‘em, flaunt your seams!
Put your keys in the back pocket on your jeans,
Invertin’ the front ones.
Show me the lint!
No rent when the first of the month comes!

(Chorus, Grip only)

Verse 2 (A.G.):
Rolexes on the market,
It costs too much to cop it.
Performin’ for a profit
So I could live a good life.
If I’m not poppin’ pockets,
I’m blowin’ Hershey chocolate.
I’m a convicted convict,
So now I’m good with a knife.
No pain, no gain, no progress.
No bills, no change or wallet.
I got some words for Congress—
You lie on what you promise.
If you was nice as I’m is,
Then they’d be payin’ homage.
We spit this for our mommas,
Our poppas gave us knowledge.
Look, I’m just bein’ honest,
So when I need them dollars
I got them things in closets
That make you gimme the loot!
Please, nobody move.
Damn, you play hockey, dude!
So all that ice, remove.
Now, I hope I don’t have to shoot.
My whole life’s a struggle,
One big jigsaw puzzle.
I just want a couple…
So I can go out tonight!
So pop those pockets for us,
That’s what this song’s about.
Now won’t you sing the chorus—
Grip Grand, A.G., I’m out.

(Chorus, Grip only)

Bridge (Grip Grand):
This world is rich as hell,
But everybody dyin’!
Find me a wishin’ well,
And I’ll go scuba divin’
With a bucket and things,
So when I’m stuck in the rain,
I came correct with, like, a buck and some change.
I’m sayin’!

Verse 3 (Grip Grand):
Strange days can’t phase me out
When I work that tape like a paper route.
We started a fire, didn’t we?
Getting’ harder and harder to find a chimney…
I’m friendly, Broakland sent me
To leave your “Take a Penny” dish empty.
Don’t tempt me, get me crazy,
Let’s see, next we present A.G.!
So get those pockets turned.
Po’ broke? I’m not concerned!
Money they got to burn
Could keep me warm at night!
They oughta give it up
So I could live it up.
Like, somebody forgot us, but
It must have been an oversight…

(Chorus)
credits
from Brokelore, released March 24, 2008
Produced by Grip Grand and DJ Design, Written by Grip Grand, additional lyrics written by A.G.

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