There they go over Aw man, I get up off my ass And go chase cholo muthafuckas I hate those Mexicans
I'm always gettin' caca the blaca The B.G. hooter pull me over me out the rafla, sit me on the curb And then they me over
ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was sellin' 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 lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach profilin' And all that shit and I to play along With your 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 this to myself, I let him do his Or he might me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled
Hey, don't that truck familiar? Yeah, Cherokee over there? I think that to that fat fuck ah That La muthafucka go fuck 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 late night hype, who a fuck about five-o? I'm knowin' that they're schemin' but it
'Cause cop car's a goddamn bucket Geah, I ain't sweatin' shit, the Eight So run a make on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner slow Low, it go
The same old routine of my car, black Mistaken identity for slingin' that sack And just Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to way down But I done had enough with
I said, one time still gafflin' I know up to no damn good Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm in the hood But I best from a Benz to a Nova To them from pullin' me over
Pull ass over and get on the sidewalk Lock and feet you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you down Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the
The Nigga, ain't no the only sack is my nut sac You got the MC Eight mixed up these other clockers Get off the dick,
ALT, me, I'ma flex again The hooter, were dyin' to shoot another Mexican So I learn, if I don't wanna Then I pass up my exit, 'cause I'm to turn
And if I don't, then pig will be vicious 'Cause every Hispanic at is suspicious I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can bare it I heard, "Fuck the Police", but forgot about the sheriffs
And if I said it, then I might get down And I ain't goin' out by a clown in a brown They passin', no time for dashin' Looked in my mirror, I red lights flashin'
He had his on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb tripped He was pissed, he that I gave him some lip So he busted me, now I'm in
He called my mother and he said he'd knock me But then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy Another night with a nurse over my shoulder because 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 your fuckin' ass over on the curb What's the name? Hey man, don't call my old a bitch
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