Westside Connection - Don't Get Outta Pocket Lyrics

[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

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

Niggaz can't fuck wit dub s see
Gang related and leavin' 'em leakin' like studs
See-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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

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, Niggaz 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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

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 four bars

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

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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]