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Drivin' down the motherfuckin'
The hey, bitch, you goin' my way
Now I got a
I at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her

Would you to hit the fat bud?
Or perhaps can I run name through the mud?
I mean, are you giving up the dugout?
She said, "No", well, get the fuck out

I know where the hoes be feinin'
Plus your fat ass got my leanin'
Bust a you on the

Why oh, why it ain't to do?
But then Sir played his mix
And you thought that played out in eighty-six

Lookin' for my
up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin'

Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga me?
They must think a gee
both walk up with the G L O C

Started investigation
No driver's license, no
When I stepped out the car slammed me
y'all, who got the camera?

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one hit
Who got the
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit

No lights, no camera, no
And the pigs wouldn't believe that my name was Jackson
He said, "Don't lie to me"
I'm for John, Matt or Spike Lee

The called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the up
He me a silly ass thug
And pulled out his billy ass

Tearin' up my lookin' for the chronic
Goddamn, nobody got a
an empty can of old gold
Came around and put my ass in a choke

around and broke my pager
Then hit a nigga with the tazer
The motherfucking pigs were to hurt me
I fell to the floor and yelled," Lord mercy"

Then they hit me in the y'all
But to them it nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball
Crowd around I said, "Goddamn, ya
Who got the camera?"

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme one more hit
Who the got the camera?
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just just one more hit

I knew when I saw that deputy
That they were gonna put some in
Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw
'Cause I called them with guns and badges

They played rat-a-tat-tat on me
But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, be dead
A of a big fat 187
And little don't go to heaven

Last night it was eleven but they scarin' me
So they tried the therapy
I looked at the one and called him a traitor
I don't a fuck if you got a beta

take my fuckin' picture
So I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya
The one that called me a
His name is officer David

If the crowd wasn't around, he shot me
to play me out like my name was Rodney
Fuckin' police badder
'Cause if I had a camera the wouldn't matter

Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my
done did it this time, uh
Who the got my nine?