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

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

'Cause I know the hoes be feinin'
Plus fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'
a you on the avenue

Why oh, why it shit to do?
But Sir Jinx played his mix
And you that shit played out in eighty-six

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

Why the fuck the had to get behind a nigga like me?
They must it's a gee
They walk up with the G L O C

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

Oh please, oh please, oh please, gimme just 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, 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 lookin' for John, Matt or Lee

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

Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the
Goddamn, nobody got a
Found an empty can of old
around and put my ass in a choke hold

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

they hit me in the face y'all
But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a game of baseball
Crowd stood 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, gimme just one more hit
Who the fuck got the
Oh please, oh please, oh please, gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, gimme just one more hit

I knew when I saw that smirkin'
they were gonna put some work in
Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw
'Cause I called them fagots 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 devils don't go to

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

Just take my picture
So I can go and bitch and pitch ya [Incomprehensible]
The one called me a spook
His is officer David Duke

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

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