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yo fatlip man |
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yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man |
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yo man |
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you got to tell the suckers what's up boy |
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yeah ha-ha |
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I got a letter from the dmv |
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the other day |
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I opened and read it |
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it said they were suckers |
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they tried to tell me that my license was suspended |
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I got offended |
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for a minute then pretended |
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that I never even got the damn letter |
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it's nine o'clock |
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on the dot |
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so I think I'd better |
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scoot off to school |
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'cause in class there's a test |
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I gotta dress fast |
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grab my glasses and my vest |
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oh damn |
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as hardheaded as I am |
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hopped in my hootie ride |
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pumped up the jam |
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put it in reverse |
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into first |
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and disperse and |
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from that very moment on my day got worse |
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as I was standing in the street |
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I suddenly seen the smoke |
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I know that Derek's on his way |
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I ran to get my coat |
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and a bag from the room |
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it took a minute, boom |
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hopped into the car |
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we drove away in a zoom |
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I assume doom |
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as we were drivin' on the gravel |
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at any given minute we could have a shortened travel |
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so I ramble |
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about my life (is that's a) shambles |
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should'a took the bus |
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a bus without the (silence horses) |
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oh nice |
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I wish we had good bikes |
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we need to exercise |
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maybe we could take a hike |
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an' you could give Sheri back those car keys |
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because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please |
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please |
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don't pull me over mr. officer |
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don't pull me over mr. officer please |
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(x4) |
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away |
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to our destination |
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no license no insurance |
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not even registration |
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tags on the plate say december '82 |
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car's so dirty it looks gray |
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but it's really blue |
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who would |
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think we're up to good |
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four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood |
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in hats and glasses |
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makin' funny passes |
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like drivin' slowly |
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playin' low-key for asses |
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knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us |
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and all the while |
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we see girls jog |
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Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog |
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then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh) |
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(yo baby what's up, pull over) |
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(you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my |
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homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house |
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where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not |
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home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...) |
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(5-0 man, 5-0) |
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lights, action |
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without the camera |
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side-greens and high beams |
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two to a tee |
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the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview |
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hot on the trail of an innocent being |
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my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast |
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I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass |
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my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack |
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what would happen to my girl and my record contract |
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yo fellas (what) |
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take off the baseball caps |
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word up I heard that the nerves get tapped |
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and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees) |
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oh please don't pull me over officer please |
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I'm discomboberated (what) |
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discomboberated (what) |
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discomboberated malfunctionated faded |
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f-a-d-e-d |
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I can't believe it's me |
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oh please |
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oh please |
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oh please |
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oh please |
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oh |
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please |
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don't pull me over mr. officer |
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don't pull me over mr. officer please |
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(x4) |
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(you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have |
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ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me |
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a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so |
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nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse |
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me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely |
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goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right |
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over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to |
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jail) |
