Pots And Pans

(feat. J-Rock)[Intro]This whudd I'm talkin' bout right hereRossJust make da shit work a while, my niggaTriple C's[J-Rock]All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hoodAll I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood[Verse 1]What started as a nickel rockTook 22 months, now I'm trynna git a blockFuck football I'm goin' down anotha pathCouldn't pass Da test, To tell da truthI couldn't fuck with mathI did git a shcolaship, but I blew datGot high, got a ticket and I flew backTo da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toesGit life on ya cell phoneQuarta ki box of soda, Ross whip datCareer criminal fo' sho', Ross with datHad to pull my pants upBoi git 'em brands upDaddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance taTell him all my plans ta, let em' fuck a dancaSmokin' weed in Amsta-Dam, with his grandson (Damn)Why he passed on me (On me)My last hommie (Hommie)I went and bought a bird (Fuck)I want some cash hommie[J-Rock]All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hoodAll I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood[Verse 2]I neva wrote a nigga coat tailMade her took a dope sellFuck it nigga, o wellsSmokin' on dat classifiedRollin' in dat Lac' of mineKnow my mind stay numb to da world half da timeThinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was fucked upFound him in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked upDa world fucked up, dat's why I'm fucked upDon't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked upBitch I'ma ride (Ride), bitch I'ma die (Die)When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my lifeGot a 40 in da car, a choppa in da cribThe grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's)I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they doAnd boi 'em thangs moveFishscale git da big mailIn da room full of workIn case they came when they inhale[J-Rock]All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hoodAll I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood[Verse 3]It's time fo' me to cash in, laughinLike Martin in Aston, MartinWhen I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beatSo roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shitBlack navigator flewGotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smoothThinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flowI hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a hoWhite Beamer in da hood shinin' like a starLook this half a ki go to da club and I'ma buy da barDo it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nitesPromise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fightHundred in da bag 5 birds I'ma grabTurn em' into 8, keep me a clean halfBakin soda in da work works wonderfulYou see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da Truth[J-Rock]All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hoodAll I need is bakin soda, some pots and pansLil' ice up what I canChick at home sayin' I'm no goodFuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood