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
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...
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 sitting on blocks
Parked on the lawn like a sprinkler, spitting 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 rhyming 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
Inverting the front ones
Show me the lint!
No rent when the first of the month comes
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
Rolexes on the market
It costs too much to cop it
Performing for a profit
So I could live a good life
If I'm not poppin' pockets
I'm blowing 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 have some words for Congress—
You lie on what you promise
If you was nice as I'm is
Then they'd be paying homage
We spit this for our mommas
Our poppas gave us knowledge
Look, I'm just being 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 —
Grip Grand, A.G., I'm out
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
This world is rich as hell
But everybody dying!
Find me a wishing well
And I'll go scuba diving
With some buckets and things
So when I'm stuck in the rain
I came correct with, like, a buck and some change
I'm sayin'!
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...
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
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
My lyrics are the only gold that I got in my mouth