8-Bit - Pocket-Check lyrics

["Yo man, you see those fools that just walked out?" "Yeah, man. They're just askin' to be pocket-checked." "Yeah. Nice night to do it too with these birds that don't even exist in our neighborhood You know what I'm sayin'? " "Yeeeeeeah." "Let's walk over there and tell 'em what's going on, ya know Yo, got any weed, man? " "Nn-nno, I don't have any weed on me, but uuh.. Would you like to share my 32? "Hey, you look like you got some f**in' money. Come on, get up, come on." "Pocket-check, pocket-check, pocket-check." "Hey, get off of me."] Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check Motherf**er! Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check b**h! Back in the day I used to work at Burger King But that wouldn't get my a** the raise that I wanted So, I started pocket-checkin' And now my money stacks up to the ceiling 'Cause I can spot a f**ing mark in a minute And if his wallet's fat you know I'm up in it Got a wall full of wallets hanging on my wall- They's my trophies, y'all Pocket-checkin' you Is what I'm gonna do If you don't like it f** you! Any other job would f**in' bore me But now I'll tell you b**hes a God damn story One day in Glore I was pocket-checkin' And this kid pulled out his gat He shot And I shot [Aaahh!] As you can see I cold k**ed his b**h a**! Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check Motherf**er! Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check b**h! What a wonderful thing having a gun can be 'Cause now I can rob every-f**in'-body "Give me some God damn booze," That's the line I use Then I kick 'em in the a** with these metal a** God damn shoes I want at least a dollar seventy-five From every piece of sh** that wanna stay alive 'Cause I run on double A's and my power's low You know.. Pocket-check, ho The second you enter my hood: Wrong place, wrong time 'Cause you know I gotta get mine Work is for s**as and s**as is workin' My crew robs their a** and be straight trippin' the f** out Onto the the next victim Pocket-check their a** with robotic precision I stalk in the night like a hawk and then I swoop down Put a gun to their head and then we all shout- Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check Motherf**er! Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check b**h!