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Aiyyo we to a party to go see what's happening
Smoking a lot in the car turn on rappen
Start to we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me tray

Get on the freeway yo it's dark
I guess it always up by the night
Letting all kinds of cars pass
Just so they can our black ass

Police us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga season
Yeah, around asking about where's the
the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run?

You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be
Except it's real life, like they up your residence
Searching your crib, they find no evidence

The other day Mr. Buddha had this
Kick after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the car
I was like it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway

The strange they brought in my garage
They get large, then they the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank then the hell out
So much you couldn't even get that smell out

I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em
Plus a nigga ratted so far on a breeze
Police talking where's the dead president
I said, "Fuck y'all, ain't got no evidence"