Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pots and Pans, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pots and Pans |
| This what I’m talkin' 'bout right here |
| Ross |
| Just make the shit work a while, my nigga |
| Triple C’s |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up, what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| What started as a nickel rock |
| Took 22 months, now I’m tryna get a block |
| Fuck football, I’m goin' down another path |
| Couldn’t pass the test, to tell the truth |
| I couldn’t fuck with math |
| I 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 ya cell phone |
| Quarter ki' box of soda, Ross whip that |
| Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with that |
| Had to pull my pants up, go and get 'em brands up |
| Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to |
| Tell him all my plans to, let em' fuck a dancer |
| Smokin' weed in Amsterdam with his grandson |
| 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 |
| Lil' ice up, what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| I never rode a nigga coat tail, made her took a dope sell |
| Fuck it nigga, o 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 near 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, you fucked up |
| Bitch I’mma ride, bitch I’mma die |
| When I holla 3−0-5, bitch, that’s on my life |
| Got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib |
| The grenades down the street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C’s) |
| I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do |
| And boi 'em 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 |
| Lil' ice up, what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| It’s time fo' me to cash in, laughin' |
| Like Martin in Aston, Martin |
| When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat |
| So roll out the red carpet, roll up the purple shit |
| Black navigator flew |
| Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don’t ever take the smooth |
| Thinkin' 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 shinin' like a star |
| Look this half a ki' go to the club and I’mma buy the bar |
| Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on the other nights |
| Promise E-class we’ll never miss another fight |
| Hundred in the bag 5 birds I’mma grab |
| Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half |
| Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful |
| You see ya dreams come true cause I’m the truth |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up, what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |
| All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans |
| Lil' ice up what I can |
| Chick at home sayin' I’m no good |
| Fuck that I’m gettin' out the hood |