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Deep pocket production
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Old school, yo
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Back when I was young, I never had money
Had to grab money, I was mad hungry. Hit the block for that brown paper bag money
Sold rock for that brown paper bag money
But I've grown up, I'm a new man
Two gats, two hands, two shots, dudes friend
DP this shit, the other crews can't
Watch how we stack paper like newsstands
I'm on the block every day, all day long Same shit, run upon clicks with the eight long
Y'all think I got the game wrong?
Before seven, I had two O's like I'm James Bond
Y'all don't know what I'll do for the Thriller League dealers
We did less without a eulogy G-Unit guerillas
And everywhere I go I move with them killers
(With the killers?) Yeah with the killers
I'm a gangster
[Chorus]
Let me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
Et me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
[Verse 2]
Uh, you better did win the Uzi sees you
I give you clips like a movie preview Cooperate and run all your jewelry
Young Tones will set up shop for your community
I ain't the best in the game but I'm soon to be
Grinding before I hit puberty
And really ain't nothing you can do to me
I walk the block like I got survivor immunity
You ain't gangsters, never slung rocks
Got Glocks but only bust cum shots
Never grind, y'all niggas swipe punch clocks
Down here, we stash food like a lunchbox
[Interlude]
We ain't playing man
It's Deep Pockets, what you know about Deep Pockets?
Man y'all cats don't know nothing
Niggas talking and rambling on and on and on and on and they know what's- Y'all don't know what's-
Why you hating man?
Mad because we making paper now we got the groupie bitches
Yeah man it's going down man
Fuck y'all haters
Can't see us
Uh-huh
[Chorus]
Let me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
Et me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
[Verse 3]
Yo, get out of here with your maggot stash
I'm trying to get faggot cash (what?), get it?
I want money coming out my ass
Money trees growing out the grass
So niggas see me when they go out to grab
Dime bags, look like I'm throwing out the trash
I sell quality like Talib Kweli
Just to give by pitch dimes till I fall asleep
Ain't proud it's just like that on my street
Only way to get to your dream just to fall asleep
And I don't do this to ramble because stock is cheap
Everything I say is what I do when I walk the street
Play the corner like Ty Law and in Intercept
At 13 got connected like the internet
Rookie of year but this nigga been a vet
Sold everything from gas to weed cigarettes
[Chorus]
Let me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
Et me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
Let me take it back when we
Used to dance on a track homie (I take it back)
This ain't no electric slide, it's gangsta slide
Show him how the gangstas ride
[Outro]
(?) baby, Deep Pockets
