unlv – pocket full of furl lyrics
where the furl n-gg-? where the earl n-gg-?
gonna get ya f-ckin’ mind right.
tell me where the furl n-gg-. where the furl n-gg-?
gonna get ya f-ckin’ mind right.
where the furl n-gg-? where the furl n-gg-?
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i got a pocket full of furl! (h-llo!)
so won’t you go and get the earl!!
(h-llo!)
i got a pocket full of furl! (h-llo!)
and i’m gon’ send you in that world.
i don’t give a f-ck who you be
you ain’t finna sell no f-ckin’ furl in that 1-2-3
you can be tony montana in this b-tch with a boatload of furl n-gg- you still
ain’t sellin’ sh-t
start robbin’ n-gg-s back in 1993 and if you come on my set
then n-gg- ya gots to face me
6 slugs strong comin’ straight from that 3
i’m gettin’ you full of that, boy
n-gg- i know you know me.
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b-tch peep me out i’m on the set pushin’ that boat
listenin’ to a nida ’cause that b-tch brings me joy
n-gg- walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
and so i tooked the 14 f-ck the 6 i can’t sweat it
the seater push my sh-t ’cause i’m tryin’ to make a mill
no time to chill because i gotta pay my bills
and slippin’ in the game, (mm mm)i ain’t havin’ it
that’s why (when i’m on the set i’m always packin’ my gat n-gg-)
in case a n-gg- try to nut up, get bucked up
and run up and jump up
i have to leave ya f-cked up
i know my furl be f-ckin’ with yo’ mind
’cause it’s that torture and your makin’ lines(3 whole lines)
i got that fire, so won’t ya come and buy a
bag of that h-llo, downtown n-gg-s door to door
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b.g.:
gimme that boy, gimme that dope, i’m bout to go in that world
get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
it’s my money so i bought it
my nose, so i snorted
i tried it the first time and you know i got retarted
i was spooked as the f-ck
thought that i was in a maze
that nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelin’ dazed
i went inside draggin’ that monkey on me
my momma dis-owned me
that furl owned me
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
i was on that f-ckin’ b and it had me real lazy
now that b.g. graduated got me feelin’ real crazy
i started scratchin’ and scratchin’
started itchin’ and itchin’
pullin’ my trigger till it’s clickin’ if a n-gg- start b-tchin
i got a habit got me trippin’
gat right beside me
dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
f-ck, i’m trapped
i need a shoulder to lean
15 (what you is? )
a strung out dope fiend
tec-9:
motherf-cker you touch my bag, then n-gg- you bought that bag
n-gg-s leanin’ to catch the habit but i just can’t have it
although i fly all night and serve ’em proper
the money hungry crimp stopper
that f-ckin’ ? ? ?
n-gg- hit me with that 580
if i’m busy i’ma send you to grab my old lady
stationary n-gg- i ain’t playin’ on the real
that same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout ya
and stopped them water ? ? ? ?
same dope man look here
who would ever thought that dope would take a n-gg- under
sometimes i wonder why all these n-gg-s around me
could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
godd-mn, what a n-gg- will do for a program
who i am, the motherf-ckin’ dope man
for sure fall, don’t make me go and get my four four bulldog
because you know i’m gonna act a f-ckin’ peer hog
i got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
i’m all about that 11 5 man
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yella:
just gots to pack it, i’m in the back of the cabby
readin dear abby
like a cool john dillinger up in the 90’s
shots open i got just what’s the f-ck you need
all you snorters and you shooters come and see me
i’m on the block with the raw like you never saw
i got a pouch full of sh-lls from my sawed off
hit you in ya habit daddy
i’m goin’ all the way out
you heard we gots the fire now you startin’ to bad mouth
but we’s a click that won’t quit
got ya b-tches sick
ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
the f-ck i’m never puttin’ over a half up on my product
now you can look if you deal with me
stay real with me
and i just might throw you a extra bag
issue out some samples, they runnin’ like earl campbell
if you fall short i gots to make you out of an example
you b-tch you (you b-tch you)
and we gots that furl
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