Westside Connection Don't Get Outta Pocket Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection
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[Repeat 2x]
We live in la la, we smokin' la la
**** wit the da, Boo boo ba ba
*****, Ha ha!

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 bullshit pass

I used to be a young phenom, like Lebron
Now I'm doin' **** beyond, Geghis Kahn
Peon, You can't pass on Deon
The best rapper in the world ain't a European

Look, Respect my gangsta, ***** obey
And I been rich since my first pro day, Ask o shea
West ridin' is my fotay
And will the hustle ever stop? *****, no way

*****z can't **** 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, ***** **** 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

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It's catastrophic when I stop it
Atomic, demonic and off that chronic
It's ironic, how I flip them phonics
So ****ed up, the product of Reaganomics

****, 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

I'm about guns, **** roses, I breeze over parole
Some man captured some folks, The locstas never fold
Bacon soda aromas, *****z 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 ***** way and you won't be harmed
If I catch a *****, I'll see for sure she'll be charmed
When I'm rollin' through the hood, a ***** heavily armed

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****, 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 ******* just like Castro

*****, I spit flames, leave permanent scars
Connect gang bang and we g's about ours
And ain't **** 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 ***** since bow down
Squad down, sendin' flicks to my *****z locked down
Doin' dolas in streets wit my ragtop down

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

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