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

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

'Cause I know where the hoes be
your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'
Bust a you on the

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

for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror being by the hogs
One time's on my line

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

Started they
No driver's license, no
I stepped out the car they slammed me
Goddamn y'all, who got the

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, gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, gimme just one more hit

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

The motherfucker for back up
I guess planned to beat the mack up
He called me a ass thug
And out his billy ass club

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 hold

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

Then they hit me in the face
But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a game of baseball
Crowd around I said, "Goddamn, ya
Who got the camera?"

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

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

They played on me head
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 but they weren't scarin' me
So they the flashlight therapy
I at the black one and called him a traitor
I don't give a fuck if you got a

Just my fuckin' picture
So I can go downtown and bitch and ya [Incomprehensible]
The one that me a spook
His name is David Duke

If the crowd wasn't around, he would've me
Tried to me out like my name was Rodney
police gettin' badder
'Cause if I had a camera the shit wouldn't

Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my
Y'all did it this time, uh
Who the fuck got my