Don't Get Outta Pocket - Lyrics - Westside Connection

feat. K Mac (Ice Cube-Repeat 2x) We live in la la, We smokin la la *** wit da da, You go bye bye ***, Ha ha! (Chorus) Get outta pocket, We might just whup yo *** Pull out a rocket, We might just take yo cash And when I *** it, We might step out and blast But we ain't gon let that *** pass (Ice Cube) I used to be a young phenom, Like lebron Now I'm doin *** beyond, Geghis Kahn Peon, You can't pass on Deion The best rapper in the world ain't a european (Mack 10) Look, Respect my gangsta, *** obey And I been rich since my first pro day, Ask O'Shea West ridin is my forte And will the hustle ever stop? ***, No way (W.C.) *** can't *** 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, *** *** 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 *** Pimpin Ken? That's my hero (Chorus) - 2X (Ice Cube) It's catastrophic when I drop it Atomic, Demonic, And off that chronic It's Ironic, How I flip them phonics So *** up, The product of reaganomics (Mack 10) ***, I heard the price of yo done went up My gun buddy had a drop, So the pistola went up The heater hot, *** burn ya skin up The fo fifth hold a dime, And I shoot all ten up (W.C.) I'm about guns, *** roses, I rizole with parolees So man caps at them folks, The locstas never fold Baking soda pourers , *** swingin chrome motors Dickie bottom folders shootin out of stolen automotives (K Mac) I got diamonds on fingers and watch on arms Stay out a *** way and you won't be harmed If I catch a *** eye she for sure to be charmed When I'm rollin through the hood, A *** heavily armed (Chorus) - 2X (Ice Cube) ***, My life is like a rap show I'm out the back door, Beyatch, So beware of the strap yo Cause that's how my blast go Ice cube is an *** just like castro (Mack 10) ***, I spit Flames, Leave permanent scars Connect gang *** and we g's about ours And ain't *** changed, Still stripes and stars And I'm done already, Ain't got but 4 bars (W.C.) Holdin it down down down *** down bustin rounds Im Dub, Ghetto rich *** since bow down Squad down, Sendin flicks to my *** locked down Doin donuts in streets wit my ragtop down (K Mac) Yo, Write a book bout a *** 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) - 2X