Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway The flyway hey, bitch, you goin' my way Now I got a passenger I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her Would you like to hit the fat bud? Or perhaps can I run your name through the mud? I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout? She said, "No", well, then get the fuck out 'Cause I know where the hoes be feinin' Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' Bust a you on the avenue Why oh, why it ain't shit to do? But then Sir Jinx played his mix And you thought that shit played out in eighty-six Lookin' for my dogs Looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs One time's on my motherfuckin' line Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me? They must think it's a gee They both walk up with the G L O C Started they investigation No driver's license, no registration When I stepped out the car they slammed me Goddamn y'all, who got the camera? Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Who got the camera? Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit No lights, no camera, no action And the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson He said, "Don't lie to me" I'm lookin' for John, Matt or Spike Lee The motherfucker called for back up I guess they planned to beat the mack up He called me a silly ass thug And pulled out his billy ass club Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the chronic Goddamn, nobody got a Panasonic Found an empty can of old gold Came around and put my ass in a choke hold Fucked around and broke my pager Then they hit a nigga with the tazer The motherfucking pigs were tryin' to hurt me I fell to the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy" Then they hit me in the face y'all But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball Crowd stood around I said, "Goddamn, ya Who got the camera?" Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Who the fuck got the camera? Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin' That they were gonna put some work in Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw 'Cause I called them fagots with guns and badges They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be dead A victim of a big fat 187 And little devils don't go to heaven Last night it was eleven but they weren't scarin' me So they tried the flashlight therapy I looked at the black one and called him a traitor I don't give a fuck if you got a beta Just take my fuckin' picture So I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya [Incomprehensible] The one that called me a spook His name is officer David Duke If the crowd wasn't around, he would've shot me Tried to play me out like my name was Rodney Fuckin' police gettin' badder 'Cause if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my nine? Y'all done did it this time, uh Who the fuck got my nine? © BRIDGEPORT MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com