Pots and Pans Rick Ross (Ft. J Rock)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This what I'm talkin' 'bout right here
Ross
Just make the shit work a while, my nigga
Triple C's

[Chorus: J-Rock]
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice I do what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
Fuck that I'm gettin' out the hood

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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