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Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway |
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The flyway hey, bitch, you goin' my way |
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Now I got a passenger |
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I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her |
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Would you like to hit the fat bud? |
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Or perhaps can I run your name through the mud? |
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I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout? |
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She said, "No", well, then get the fuck out |
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'Cause I know where the hoes be feinin' |
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Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' |
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Bust a you on the avenue |
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Why oh, why it ain't shit to do? |
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But then Sir Jinx played his mix |
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And you thought that shit played out in eighty-six |
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Lookin' for my dogs |
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Looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs |
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One time's on my motherfuckin' line |
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Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me? |
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They must think it's a gee |
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They both walk up with the G L O C |
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Started they investigation |
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No driver's license, no registration |
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When I stepped out the car they slammed me |
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Goddamn y'all, who got the camera? |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Who got the camera? |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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No lights, no camera, no action |
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And the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson |
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He said, "Don't lie to me" |
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I'm lookin' for John, Matt or Spike Lee |
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The motherfucker called for back up |
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I guess they planned to beat the mack up |
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He called me a silly ass thug |
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And pulled out his billy ass club |
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Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the chronic |
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Goddamn, nobody got a Panasonic |
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Found an empty can of old gold |
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Came around and put my ass in a choke hold |
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Fucked around and broke my pager |
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Then they hit a nigga with the tazer |
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The motherfucking pigs were tryin' to hurt me |
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I fell to the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy" |
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Then they hit me in the face y'all |
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But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball |
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Crowd stood around I said, "Goddamn, ya |
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Who got the camera?" |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Who the fuck got the camera? |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit |
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I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin' |
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That they were gonna put some work in |
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Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw |
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'Cause I called them fagots with guns and badges |
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They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head |
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But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be dead |
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A victim of a big fat 187 |
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And little devils don't go to heaven |
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Last night it was eleven but they weren't scarin' me |
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So they tried the flashlight therapy |
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I looked at the black one and called him a traitor |
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I don't give a fuck if you got a beta |
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Just take my fuckin' picture |
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So I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya [Incomprehensible] |
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The one that called me a spook |
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His name is officer David Duke |
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If the crowd wasn't around, he would've shot me |
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Tried to play me out like my name was Rodney |
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Fuckin' police gettin' badder |
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'Cause if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter |
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Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my nine? |
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Y'all done did it this time, uh |
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Who the fuck got my nine? |