Pots And Pans Lyrics - J Rock

It's what I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Ross 

This make it worthwhile and we *** 

Triple C's 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

What started as a nickel rock 

Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block 

*** football, I'm goin' down another path 

Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth 

I couldn't *** with Math 

Did get a scholarship but I blew that 

Got high, got a ticket and I flew back 

To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes 

Get life on yo' cell phone 

Quarter *** box of soda, Ross whip that 

Career criminal, fo' sho' Ross with that 

Had to pull my pants up, boy, get them brands up 

Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to 

Tell him all my plans to let him *** a danca 

Smokin' *** in Amsterdam with his grandson 

Damn, why he passed on me? My last homie 

I went and bought a bird ***, I want some cash, homie 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

I never wrote a n*** coat tail 

Made her took a dope self, *** it, *** oh, wells 

Smokin' on that classified, rollin' in that 'Lac of mine 

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

Thinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn that was f*** up 

Found him in the trunk with another dude f*** up 

The world f*** up, that's why I'm f*** up 

Don't get f*** up, f*** with me, ya f*** up 

B***, I'ma ride, b***, I'ma die 

When I holla 305, b***, that's on my life 

We got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib 

The grenades down the streets, you gotta get it how you live 

I know n*** turn 1 into 2 

And they do what they do and boy, them thangs move 

Fish scale get the big mail 

In the room full of work in case they came when they inhale 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

It's time for me to cash in laughin' 

Like Martin in the Aston Martin 

When I park it, I can see ya b*** heart beat 

So roll out the red carpet 

Roll up the purple s***, black Navigator flew 

Gotta shut ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth 

Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow 

I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a *** 

White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star 

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

Do it twice a week, f*** b*** 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 

Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful 

You see your dreams come true, this I promise you 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood 

All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans 

Little ice, I do what I can 

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good 

*** that, I'm gettin' out the hood