Pocket-Check lyrics

Song information

Artist: 8-Bit
Album: You Ain't No Robot

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 fuckin' 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
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check
Bitch!

Back in the day I used to work at burger king
But that wouldn't get my ass the raise that I wanted
So, I started pocket-checkin'
And now my money stacks up to the ceiling
'Cause I can spot a fucking 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
Fuck you!
Any other job would fuckin' bore me
But now I'll tell you bitches 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 killed his bitch ass!

Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check
Bitch!

What a wonderful thing having a gun can be
'Cause now I can rob every-fuckin'-body
"Give me some god damn booze,"
That's the line I use
Then I kick 'em in the ass with these metal ass god damn shoes
I want at least a dollar seventy-five
From every piece of shit 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 suckas and suckas is workin'
My crew robs their ass and be straight trippin' the fuck out
Onto the the next victim
Pocket-check their ass 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
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check
Bitch!