B.G. - Pocket Full of Furl lyrics

Where the furl n***a? Where the earl n***a? Gonna get ya f**in' mind right Tell me where the furl n***a. Where the furl n***a? Gonna get ya f**in' mind right Where the furl n***a? Where the furl n***a? Chorus: I got a pocket full of furl! (Hello!) So won't you go and get the earl!! (Hello!) I got a pocket full of furl! (Hello!) And I'm gon' send you in that world I don't give a f** who you be You ain't finna sell no f**in' furl in that 1-2-3 You can be Tony Montana in this b**h with a boatload of furl n***a you still Ain't sellin' sh** Start robbin' n***as back in 1993 and if you come on my set Then n***a ya gots to face me 6 slugs strong comin' straight from that 3 I'm gettin' you full of that, boy n***a I know you know me Chorus b**h peep me out I'm on the set pushin' that boat Listenin' to a nida cuz that b**h brings me joy n***a walked up said he was sick and needed a hit And so I tooked the 14 f** the 6 I can't sweat it The seater push my sh** cuz 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***a) In case a n***a try to nut up, get bucked up And run up and jump up I have to leave ya f**ed up I know my furl be f**in' with yo' mind Cuz 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 hello, downtown n***as door to door Chorus 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** 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**in' 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***a start b**hin I got a habit got me trippin' Gat right beside me Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies f**, I'm trapped I need a shoulder to lean 15 (what you is?) A strung out dope fiend Tec-9: Motherf**er you touch my bag, then n***a you bought that bag n***as 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**in' ??? n***a hit me with that 580 If I'm busy I'ma send you to grab my old lady Stationary n***a 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***a under Sometimes I wonder why all these n***as around me Could it be they want a bag of that capital T-E-C Goddamn, what a n***a will do for a program Who I am, the motherf**in' 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**in' peer hog I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs I'm all about that 11 5 man Chorus 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 whats the f** 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 shells 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**hes sick Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full The f** 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**h you (you b**h you) And we gots that furl Chorus