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Don't Get Outta Pocket
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
K-Mac
K-Mac
Vocals
Mack 10
Mack 10
Vocals
WC
WC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelly Garmon
Kelly Garmon
Songwriter
Treyvon Green
Treyvon Green
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Dedrick Rolison
Dedrick Rolison
Songwriter
William Calhoun
William Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Tre
Young Tre
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Westside We live in la la, we smokin' la la Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye Nigga, ha ha We live in la la, we smokin' la la Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye Nigga, ha ha Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' 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 Genghis Khan Peon, you can't pass on Deon The best rapper in the world ain't a European Look, respect my gangsta, nigga, obey An' I been rich since my first pro day, ask O' Shea West ridin' is my forte An' will the hustle ever stop? Nigga, no way No, niggaz can't fuck wit Dub SC Gang related an' leavin' 'em leakin' like STDs C-Walkin' out of the SC, lettin' the tech breathe Until 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's so cold, the hoes call me Sub Zero Oh, you know that nigga pimpin', Ken? That's my hero Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass It's catastrophic when I drop it Atomic, demonic an' off that chronic It's ironic how I flip them phonics So fucked up, the product of 'Reaganomics' I heard the price of yola 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 an' I shoot all ten up I'm about guns, fuck roses, I reeze over parole Some man captured some folks the locstas never foes Bacon soda aromas niggaz swingin' chrome motors Dickey bombin', photo shootin' out of stolen automotives I got diamonds on fingers an' watch on arms Stay out a nigga way an' 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 Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass Shit, my life is like a rap show I'm out the back door, so beware of the strap, bro 'Cause that's how my blast go Ice Cube is a asshole just like Castro Nigga, I spit flames, leave permanent scars Connect gang bang an' we G's about ours An' ain't shit changed, still stripes an' stars An' I'm done already, ain't got but 4 bars Holdin' it down, down, down, stoned down, bustin' rounds I'm Dub, ghetto rich nigga since bow down Squad down, sendin' flicks to my niggaz locked down Doin' dolas in streets wit the 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 Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass I pledge allegiance to the rag of the United Westside Connect Gang An' to the W for which it stands One neighborhood, under God Invincible with luxuries an' riches for all With luxuries an' riches for all With luxuries an' riches for all Just don't get outta pocket Westside
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, William Calhoun, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Treyvon T. Green, Kelly B. Garmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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