some say the blues are sorrowful, Some say the blues are sad, But when I sing the blues to you, They come out feeling glad. I've got those blues, Those empty pockets blues
blues The empty pocket blues Now some say the blues are sorrowful Some say the blues are sad But when I sing the blues to you They come out feelin' glad I got the blues
Now some say the blues are sorrowful, Some say the blues are sad, But when I sing the blues to you, They come out feeling glad. I've got those blues, Those empty pockets blues
a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes He's a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket
Man this ain't no damned chronic, what the fuck...... Krayzie (Hook) Lemme tell y'all, I......I....I.....I got the bad weed blues.....ooh, got the bad weed blues
ain't no damn chronic! What the f**k?!?! [Chorus] Let me tell me y'all I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues Ooh, got the bad weed blues [Krayzie] Last
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
, did you get that shit on tape? Oh, my God, that nigga is cold, dawg You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty You say I look Kunta Kinte Blue black
blue diamonds ...how my gansgta is riding, up and down the seventeen and i'm all my assignment i stack around the city, pocket is never empty, getting
, baby, beat me Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets
to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never, Nosferatu's, those witches and warlocks in blue
do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can
no matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon, I'ma take 'em So don't you ever tempt me, I'm a fool for mine, nigga And my pockets stay empty To my
said that giving was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and
she loved only me That she'd forever be true That she'd forever be true Well I wanted the best for my darlin' But my pockets were empty and bare My
Empty pockets never stopped me from singing a blue streak, no And I don't think the Devil's ever gonna give me back, I don't think so 'Cause stayin' '
THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY AND WHAT I DO I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM SAILOR ON
