Rick Ross - Pots & Pans

Lyrics

[Chorus:]

All I need is baking soda some pots and pans

Little ice up what I can

Chick at home saying I'm no good

When the fuck am I gon' get her out the hood

What started as a nickel rock

Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block

Fuck football I'm going down another path

Couldn't past the test

To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math

Did get a scholarship, but I blew that

Got high, got a ticket and I flew back

To the hell zone mo' straps than 20 shell toes

Get life on yo cell phone

Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that

Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that

Had to pull my pants up

Boy get them brands up

Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to

Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a dancer

Smoking weed and Amsterdam with his grandson

(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)

My last homie(homie)

I went and bought a bird

Fuck I want some cash homie

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I never rode a nigga coat tail

Mayor took a dope sell

Fuck it nigga oh well

Smoking on that classified

Rollin in that lac' of mine

You know my mind state numb to the world half the time

Thinking bout rand rover damn that was fucked up

Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up

The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up

Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up

Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die

When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life

Got a 40 in the car a chopper in the crib

The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live

I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do

And boy them things move

Fishscale get the big mail

In the room full of work

Taste the cane when ya inhale

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It's time for me to cash in laughin

Like Martin in an Aston Martin

When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat

So roll out the red carpet

Roll up the purple shit

Black navigator flow

Gotta shut ya fucking mouth don't irritate the smoke

Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow

I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe

White beamer in the hood shining like a star

Flip this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar

Do it twice a week fucking bitches on the other nights

Promise E class we'll never miss another fight

Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab

Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half

Baking soda in the work, works wonderful

Ya see ya dream come true

This I promise you!

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