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kid frost - i got pulled over lyrics

f/ alt, mc eiht

(-police radio-)

[ police ]
there they go over there!
aw man, sh-t!
i gotta get up off my -ss and go chase these cholo m-th-f-ckas
i hate those f-ckin 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 sh-t
and i happen to play along with your stupid little skip
but i’ll just kick it
yo, 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 f-ck ah –
…that la raza m-th-f-cka
let’s go f-ck with him

hey buddy, hey!
alright, you f-ckin…
get your f-ckin fat -ss 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 f-ck about five-o?
i’m knowin that they’re schemin, but f-ck it
cause they cop car’s a godd-mn bucket
geah, i ain’t sweatin sh-t, check the eiht
so they run a make on my godd-mn plates
so i hit the next corner real slow
low, here it go
the same old routine because of my car, black
mistaken ident-ty for slingin that dope sack
and just because compton’s my playground
they want a n-gg- like e to stay way down
but i done had enough with harr-ssin
like i said, one time still gafflin
i know they up to no d-mn good
jackin a n-gg-, 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 -ss over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet
you know the routine, n-gg-
yeah, n-gg-, you rollin down alondra like you own this m-th-f-cka
where the sack at, m-th-f-cka, where the sack?

[ eiht ]
the sack?
n-gg-, ain’t no sack
the only sack is my nutsac
you got the mc eiht mixed up with these other clockers
get off the d-ck, m-th-f-cka

[ 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 p-ss 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 ‘f-ck 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 p-ssin, 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 f-ck tripped
he was p-ssed, 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 m-th-f-ckin billyclub
another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder
just because i got pulled over

[ police ] hey, honcho
get your taco-eatin -ss out of the car
what’s your f-ckin name?
[ alt ] i’m alt, but what the f-ck did i do?
[ police ] get your f-ckin -ss over there on the curb
what’s the b-tch’s name?
[ alt ] hey man, don’t call my old lady a b-tch

[ police radio ]
all units code 461
24 hollywood boulevard
suspects in custody

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