Don't Get Outta Pocket - Westside Connection, K-Mac

We live in la la, We smokin la la

Fuck wit the da, Boo boo ba ba

Nigga, Ha ha!

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

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

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

Niggas 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 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

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

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

I’m about guns, Fuck roses, I breeze over parole

Some man captured some folks, The locstas never fold

Bacon soda aromas, Niggas swingin chrome motors

Dickey bombin folks and shootin out of stolen automotives

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

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

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

Holdin it down down down stoned down bustin rounds

Dub, Ghetto rich nigga since bow down

Squad down, Sendin flicks to my niggas locked down

Doin dolas in streets wit my ragtop down

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