There go over there Aw man, I get up off my ass And go chase these muthafuckas I hate fuckin' Mexicans
I'm always gettin' caca the blaca The B.G. hooter pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the And then they 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 thugs yo, I mean to brag But I'd be in a Jag
I wouldn't be hittin' the East lowridin' I'd be in or Venice Beach high profilin' And all that and I happen to play along With your stupid little skip but just 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 he beat down Rodney King I got pulled
Hey, don't truck look familiar? Yeah, that over there? I think that to that fat fuck ah That La muthafucka Let's go fuck him
Hey buddy, hey Alright, you Get your 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 hype, who gives a fuck about five-o? I'm knowin' that schemin' but fuck it
'Cause they cop car's a bucket Geah, I sweatin' shit, check the Eight So they run a on my goddamn plates So I hit the next real slow Low, it go
The same old routine of my car, black Mistaken identity for that dope sack And just Compton's my playground want a nigga like E to stay way down But I done had enough with
Like I said, one time gafflin' I know they up to no good Jackin' a nigga, I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a To prevent them from me over
Pull your ass and get on the sidewalk Lock hands and you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin' Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the at, muthafucka, where the sack?
The Nigga, ain't no sack the sack is my nut sac You got the MC mixed up with these other clockers Get off the dick,
ALT, that's me, I'ma again The hooter, they dyin' to shoot another Mexican So I learn, if I don't burn Then I pass up my exit, 'cause I'm afraid to
And if I don't, then that pig be vicious 'Cause every Hispanic at night is 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 in a brown gown They ain't passin', no time for Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights
He had his on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb tripped He was pissed, he said that I gave him lip So he busted me, now I'm in
He called my and he said he'd knock me silly But I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy club Another night a nurse looking over my shoulder Just I got pulled over
Hey, Get taco eatin' ass out of the car What's your 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 call my old lady a
All code 461 24 Boulevard in custody