There they go over Aw man, I get up off my ass And go chase these cholo I those fuckin' Mexicans
I'm always caca from the blaca The B.G. hooter pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the And then look me over
They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dealer This is the Cherokee 4 if I was sellin' drugs To all of the street yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be in a Jag
I wouldn't be hittin' the side lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Beach high profilin' And all that and I happen to play along With your stupid little skip but I'll kick it
Yo, go and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney I got pulled
Hey, don't that truck familiar? Yeah, that over there? I think that belongs to that fat ah La Raza muthafucka Let's go with him
Hey buddy, hey Alright, you Get fuckin' fat ass out the car
12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid put me up with a skeez so I roll a blunt to go On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about I'm knowin' they're schemin' but fuck it
'Cause they cop a goddamn bucket Geah, I sweatin' shit, check the Eight So they run a make on my plates So I hit the next corner slow Low, it go
The same old routine of my car, black Mistaken for slingin' that dope sack And just because Compton's my want a nigga like E to stay way down But I had enough with harrassin'
I said, one time still gafflin' I know they up to no good a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a to a Nova To prevent them from me over
Pull your ass and get on the sidewalk Lock and feet you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin' Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the
The Nigga, ain't no sack the only is my nut sac You got the MC Eight mixed up with these other Get off the dick,
ALT, that's me, I'ma again The hooter, they were to shoot another Mexican So I learn, if I don't wanna I pass up my exit, 'cause I'm afraid to turn
And if I don't, then pig will be vicious every Hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can hardly it I heard, "Fuck the Police", but they forgot about the
And if I said it, then I get beat down And I ain't out by a clown in a brown gown They passin', no time for dashin' Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights
He had his on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, dumb fuck tripped He was pissed, he said that I him some lip So he me, now I'm in custody
He called my mother and he said knock me silly But I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy club Another night a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled
Hey, Get your eatin' ass out of the car What's your name? I'm ALT but the fuck did I do?
Get your fuckin' ass there on the curb What's the name? Hey man, don't call my old a bitch
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