There they go over Aw man, I get up off my ass And go these cholo muthafuckas I those fuckin' Mexicans
I'm always gettin' caca from the The B.G. hooter always pull me 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 wheeler if I was sellin' 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 East side I'd be in Hollywood or Venice high profilin' And all that shit and I happen to along With stupid little skip but I'll just kick it
Yo, go ahead and write ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know you can stick it I say to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat Rodney King I got over
Hey, don't that look familiar? Yeah, Cherokee over there? I think belongs to that fat fuck ah That La muthafucka go fuck with him
Hey buddy, hey Alright, you Get fuckin' 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 late night hype, who gives a about five-o? I'm knowin' that they're schemin' but it
'Cause they cop car's a goddamn Geah, I ain't shit, check the Eight So they run a on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner slow Low, it go
The same old routine because of my car, Mistaken for slingin' that dope sack And just because my playground They want a nigga like E to stay way But I done had enough with
Like I said, one time gafflin' I know up to no damn good Jackin' a nigga, I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a To prevent from pullin' me over
Pull 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 sack at, muthafucka, where the
The Nigga, ain't no sack the sack is my nut sac You got the MC Eight mixed up these other clockers Get off the dick,
ALT, that's me, I'ma flex The hooter, they were dyin' to another Mexican So I learn, if I don't burn Then I pass up my exit, I'm afraid to turn
And if I don't, then that pig be vicious 'Cause Hispanic at night is suspicious I'm to my mind that I can hardly bare it I heard, "Fuck the Police", but they about the sheriffs
And if I said it, then I might get beat And I goin' out by a clown 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 gave him lip So he busted me, now I'm in
He called my mother and he he'd knock me silly But then I felt the of his muthafuckin' billy club night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just I got pulled over
Hey, Get taco eatin' ass out of the car your fuckin' name? I'm ALT but what the did I do?
Get fuckin' ass over there on the curb What's the name? Hey man, don't call my old a bitch
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