Don't Get Outta Pocket — Westside Connection
feat. K Mac
Ice Cube-Repeat 2X
We live in la la, We smokin la la Fuck wit the da, Boo boo ba ba Nigga, Ha ha!
Chorus
Get outta pocket, We might just whup yo ass Pull out a rocket, We might just take yo cash And when I cock it, We might step out and blast But we ain't gon let that bullshit pass
Ice Cube
I used to be a young phenom, Like lebron Now I'm doin shit beyond, Geghis Kahn Peon, You can't pass on deon The best rapper in the world ain't a european
Mack 10
Look, Respect my gangsta, Nigga obey And I been rich since my first pro day, Ask o shea West ridin is my fotay And will the hustle ever stop? Nigga, No way
W.c.
Niggaz can't fuck wit dub s c Gang related and leavin 'em leakin like stds C-Walkin out of the sc, Lettin the tech breathe Till I rest in peace, Dub gon rep these streets
K Mac
K Mac is the one, Nigga fuck neo No love, Hit 'em up with the dub wherever we go My game so cold, The hoes call me sub zero Oh, You know that nigga pimpin ken? That's my hero
Chorus
Ice Cube
It's catastrophic when I stop it Atomic, Demonic, And off that chronic It's Ironic, How I flip them phonics So fucked up, The product of reaganomics
Mack 10
Shit, I heard the price of yo done went up My gun buddy had a drop, So the pistola went up The heater hot, Nigga burn ya skin up The fo fifth hold a dime, And I shoot all ten up
W.c.
I'm about guns, Fuck roses, I breeze over parole Some man captured some folks, The locstas never fold Bacon soda aromas, Niggaz swingin chrome motors Dickey bombin folks and shootin out of stolen automotives
K Mac
I got diamonds on my fingers and watch on arms Stay out a nigga way and you won't be harmed If I catch a bitch, I'll see for sure she'll be charmed When I'm rollin through the hood, A nigga heavily armed
Chorus
Ice Cube
Shit, My life is like a rap show I'm out the back door, Beyatch, So beware of the strap, Bro Cause that's how my blast go Ice cube is an asshole just like castro
Mack 10
Nigga, I spit Flames, Leave permanent scars Connect gang bang and we g's about ours And ain't shit changed, Still stripes and stars And I'm done already, Ain't got but 4 bars
W.c.
Holdin it down down down stoned down bustin rounds Dub, Ghetto rich nigga since bow down Squad down, Sendin flicks to my niggaz locked down Doin dolas in streets wit my ragtop down
K Mac
Yo, Write a book bout a nigga like me I got loot like an athlete just signed wit nike You lose ya life if ya ever get sheisty Could mac ever run out of snaps? Not likely