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(feat. ALT, MC Eiht) [police radio] [police] There they go over there! Aw man, shit! I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate those fuckin Mexicans [VERSE 1: Kid Frost] I'm always gettin caca from the blaca The b.g. hooter always pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb ...and then they look me over They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler If I was sellin drugs To all of the street thugs Yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin the Eastside lowridin I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high-profilin And all that shit And I happen to play along with your stupid little skip But I'll just kick it Letras de cancionesYo, go ahead and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled over [police] Hey, don't that truck look familiar? Yeah, that Cherokee over there? I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah - ...that La Raza muthafucka Let's go fuck with him Hey buddy, hey! Alright, you fuckin... Get your fuckin fat ass out the car! [VERSE 2: MC Eiht] It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up with a skeez So I roll a blunt to go On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o? I'm knowin that they're schemin, but fuck it Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket Geah, I ain't sweatin shit, check the Eiht So they run a make on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner real slow Low, here it go The same old routine because of my car, black Mistaken identity for slingin that dope sack And just because Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to stay way down But I done had enough with harrassin Like I said, one time still gafflin I know they up to no damn good Jackin a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova To prevent them from pullin me over [police] Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet You know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin down Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack? [Eiht] The sack? Nigga, ain't no sack The only sack is my nutsac You got the MC Eiht mixed up with these other clockers Get off the dick, muthafucka [VERSE 3: ALT] ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again The hooter, they were dyin to shoot another Mexican So I learn: if I don't wanna burn Then I pass up my exit, cause I'm afraid to turn And if I don't, then that pig'll be vicious Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinkin to my mind that I can hardly bare it I heard 'Fuck the Police', but they forgot about the sheriffs And if I said it, then I might get beat down And I ain't goin out by a clown in a brown gown They ain't passin, no time for dashin Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck tripped He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip So he busted me, now I'm in custody He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly, but Then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin billyclub Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled over [police] Hey, Honcho Get your taco-eatin ass out of the car What's your fuckin name? [ALT] I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do? [police] Get your fuckin ass over there on the curb What's the bitch's name? [ALT] Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch [police radio] All units code 461 24 Hollywood Boulevard Suspects in custody From Letras Mania