["Yo man, you see those fools that just walked out?"
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"Yeah, man. They're just askin' to be pocket-checked."
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"Yeah. Nice night to do it too with these birds that don't even exist in our neighborhood.
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You know what I'm sayin'?"
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"Yeeeeeeah."
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"Let's walk over there and tell 'em what's going on, ya know.
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Yo, got any weed, man?"
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"Nn-nno, I don't have any weed on me, but uuh.. would you like to share my 32?
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"Hey, you look like you got some fuckin' money. Come on, get up, come on."
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"Pocket-check, pocket-check, pocket-check."
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"Hey, get off of me."]
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Motherfucker!
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Bitch!
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Back in the day I used to work at Burger King,
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But that wouldn't get my ass the raise that I wanted.
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So, I started pocket-checkin'
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And now my money stacks up to the ceiling.
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'Cause I can spot a fucking mark in a minute,
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And if his wallet's fat you know I'm up in it.
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Got a wall full of wallets hanging on my wall-
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They's my trophies, y'all.
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Pocket-checkin' you
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Is what I'm gonna do.
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If you don't like it,
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Fuck you!
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Any other job would fuckin' bore me,
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But now I'll tell you bitches a God damn story.
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One day in Glore I was pocket-checkin'
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And this kid pulled out his gat.
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He shot.
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And I shot.
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[Aaahh!]
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As you can see,
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I cold killed his bitch ass!
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Motherfucker!
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Bitch!
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What a wonderful thing having a gun can be,
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'Cause now I can rob every-fuckin'-body.
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"Give me some God damn booze,"
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That's the line I use,
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Then I kick 'em in the ass with these metal ass God damn shoes.
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I want at least a dollar seventy-five
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From every piece of shit that wanna stay alive,
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'Cause I run on double A's and my power's low.
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You know..
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Pocket-check, ho.
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The second you enter my hood:
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Wrong place, wrong time,
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'Cause you know I gotta get mine.
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Work is for suckas and suckas is workin'.
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My crew robs their ass and be straight trippin' the fuck out.
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Onto the the next victim,
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Pocket-check their ass with robotic precision.
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I stalk in the night like a hawk and then I swoop down,
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Put a gun to their head and then we all shout-
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Motherfucker!
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Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
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Bitch!
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Pocket-Check
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| 8-Bit |
