Pocket Full of Stone Pt. 2
UGK Lyrics


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36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street!
I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat
I'm fresh outta jail so you
Know a nigga swole
Straight to Short Texas where the
Fucking dope is sold
Cocaine lady white lady selling good
Got them hoes on that bar
In my motherfucking hood
Making all that paper fucking
Hoes in the sheets motherfucking fearless
Smoking big fat Swisher Sweets

It's the return of the
Main motherfucker selling crack!
Time to give it away now
On the Short four years on my back
But see it's cool
They know me when they see me
So they holler "Big Bun!"
The nigga that don't give a fuck
About the value of a dollar
Fiends know me and wave like I'm a star
Cause they know I've got the white girl
And the black tar in my car
So when you see the nigga
Face you know it's on
I'm back in this bitch with another
Pocket full of fucking stones bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

The law turn their backs on
The street so they trip
Trying to catch me on the short
While I'm slanging for my grip
So now I'm hitting licks
Quick quiet as a mouse
Last quarters damn it's time to get a house
I found me a shack deep west by the bridge
And stored half a bird in the
Next town by Willow Ridge
And brought it back to PA
Right past the undercovers
Couldn't find my o-clip so I
Ask their lil brothers
They still wearing Dickies like they
Did when I left
Making moneys number one right
Before life or death
And fucking hoes down Cause I
Been in that world
Coming up on these wannabes
Sporting Jheri Curls
So anything ya need whether weed, speed, cain
Heroin, ice, ecstasy ya find I got it made
How far to see ya peep
When you need ya very own
Bring ya mother or your brother
When ya'll need another pocket
Full of motherfucking stones bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

I bought an old ass 50 dropped
It down to the pavement
Every damn dime that I made I
Made a nigga save it cus I knew a nigga in
The city with that case?
Making big stacks but I keep that on the cool
Got some hoes slanging sugar at
The school for me fool
Selling big bundles of that
Heroin with that E
No more ounces baby all I sell is forty keys
I got a house and a car
But I stay outta sight
Ask DJ Bird, ain't I chilly nigga? (TIGHT)
Sharp as a sickle, need a nickle
Nigga please
I got some shit make an elephant
Buckle to his fucking knees
So tell all them hoes you met Pimp C
A slow walking, country talking
Weed smoking G
Cause I'ma show these hoes how
Shit supposed to be
When you ain't a fucking nigga you
Can come inside with me

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Shit is fucked up but I
Still pack that chrome
Motherfucking feds got a tap on my phone
But if they run their fucking
Ass up in my home
BUCK-BUCK-BUCK to they motherfucking dome
Cause like Bun said "We ain't
No punk ass tricks"

Cause niggas tired of all that fuck ass shit
And if they leave it up to me
They find em stanking in a ditch
Cause can't no gosh damn body stop crack
As long as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm cooking-cooking
Selling that crack and making bags
A nigga doing bad so I had
To sell my fucking Jag
I tried to get a job but
They say that I'm too known
So I'm back on the streets with my niggas
With a motherfucking pocket full of stones





I got a pocket full of
Stones starting all over again

Overall Meaning

In "Pocket Full of Stones Pt. 2" by UGK, the lyrics depict the life of a drug dealer trying to make ends meet in the streets. The opening lines "36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street! I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat" reflect the desperation and necessity that drives the singer to engage in illegal activities. They are fresh out of jail and headed straight to Short Texas, a place known for selling drugs, particularly cocaine.


The lyrics highlight the main character's position in the drug trade and their involvement in the distribution of drugs, particularly cocaine, referred to as the "white lady." They have hoes working for them, selling drugs in their neighborhood, and making money. The lines "In my motherfucking hood, making all that paper fucking, hoes in the sheets, motherfucking fearless, smoking big fat Swisher Sweets" illustrate their dominance and disregard for consequences.


The main character is seen as an important figure in their community, with the lyrics stating, "It's the return of the main motherfucker selling crack! Time to give it away now." They have gained a reputation, known as Big Bun, and enjoy the familiarity and respect of their customers. The lyrics also highlight the singer's indifference towards money, emphasizing that they don't care about the value of a dollar.


The lyrics reflect the risks and challenges the singer faces, including law enforcement trying to catch them while they are selling drugs. The lines "I'm hitting licks quick, quiet as a mouse. Last quarters, damn it's time to get a house" indicate that they are stealing from unsuspecting victims to supplement their income. Additionally, they describe finding a place to store drugs and their attempts to avoid detection by hiding in plain sight.


As the song progresses, the singer describes their success in the drug trade, selling various substances such as weed, speed, cain, heroin, ice, and ecstasy. They have acquired a house and a car, maintaining a low profile. The lyrics also mention pimping and their ability to control women who work for them. They establish their power and dominance, boasting about their ability to incapacitate anyone, even an elephant, with the drugs they sell.


The lyrics also express the main character's frustration with the authorities as they continue to engage in their illegal activities. They are aware of being monitored, with taps on their phone and potential home invasions by the police. However, they show defiance, indicating their willingness to retaliate and protect themselves if necessary.


Towards the end of the song, the singer reflects on their decision to return to the drug trade after attempting legal avenues, such as making records. The lyrics suggest a sense of resignation and starting over again, possibly due to a lack of viable alternatives. The singer implies that as long as there is demand and profit to be made, the drug trade will continue irrespective of the consequences.


Through these lyrics, UGK sheds light on the realities and struggles of individuals involved in the drug trade, capturing the desperation, risks, and consequences they face while trying to survive and make a living in their environment.




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