There they go over Aw man, I get up off my ass And go these cholo muthafuckas I those fuckin' Mexicans
I'm always caca from the blaca The B.G. hooter pull me over me out the rafla, sit me on the curb And then look me over
They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope This is the Cherokee 4 if I was sellin' drugs To all of the thugs yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be in a Jag
I wouldn't be hittin' the East side I'd be in or Venice Beach high profilin' And all that shit and I happen to play With your little skip but I'll just kick it
Yo, go ahead and your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his Or he might beat me just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled
Hey, don't that look familiar? Yeah, that Cherokee there? I think that belongs to that fat ah La Raza muthafucka Let's go with him
Hey buddy, hey Alright, you Get your fat ass out the car
It's 12 o'clock, at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up with a skeez so I roll a to go On that night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o? I'm knowin' that they're but fuck it
'Cause they cop car's a goddamn Geah, I ain't sweatin' shit, check the So they run a make on my goddamn So I hit the next corner real Low, it go
The same old routine because of my car, Mistaken identity for slingin' that dope And just Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to way down But I had enough with harrassin'
I said, one time still gafflin' I know they up to no good Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm seen in the But I switch from a Benz to a Nova To them from pullin' me over
your ass over and get on the sidewalk Lock hands and you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin' down like you own this muthafucka Where the at, muthafucka, where the sack?
The Nigga, ain't no the only sack is my nut sac You got the MC Eight mixed up with these other Get off the dick,
ALT, that's me, flex 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 that pig be vicious every Hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can bare 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 goin' out by a in a brown gown They ain't passin', no time for in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin'
He had his on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck 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 he'd knock me But then I felt the crack of his billy club night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled
Hey, Get your eatin' ass out of the car What's fuckin' name? I'm ALT but what the did I do?
Get fuckin' ass over there on the curb What's the bitch's Hey man, don't my old lady a bitch
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