Po Po (ft. Paul Cain
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Alright there ride buddy, license and registration
Uh, officer is there a problem man what's goin on?
Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
What's that man, the fuck is a UFO?
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah, not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
Cause my radar's over there smoking buddy
Kick the headlight with the fucking ten two
We heard about you in the paper
We know you got the toaster strudel and the trash bar
Redbox and the bullshit, alright
Yeah I need some backup over here
I got two rap singers
I wonder briefly
Could it be there's no roof above me
Or these 22's underneath me
That's keepin them sirens flashin on my ass
Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas
I'm naturally harassed
And I feel like I'm gettin punked
But I don't see Ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
It's a guy in uniform and a passion that he has
For flashin with his badge
And shinin light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move would get a gun right in my face
And I'm fightin for my life, I'm fightin a case
And I ain't tryna be the story they twist in the press
Like the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reachin for somethin that looks like a pistol I guess
So I pulled on a nigga, I mean I pulled on the trigger
I go around the corner, what do I see?
Po-Po's followin me
Askin for my ID, who's car I'm drivin?
Po-Po's botherin me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Tryin to bring me down when they come around
Po-Po's fuckin with me
Aww shit, the jakes is fuckin with me again
They hate to see me rich, rather see me stuck in the pen
Every time they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face
Askin for my registration and ID
I don't know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they askin
Or the ice grills they give when I'm passin
Or maybe it's my fault
Cause I be out all times of night
Doin shit I know I shouldn't
Plus I don't be ridin right
Smokin lye, no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license
And I ain't got insurance yet
I keep the hammer close cause foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift cause Po's wanna frisk me up
Since '94 I been told I fit the description
And in ten years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired
They got one more time to fuck with me before I open fire
One's for the money and two's for the show
Three must be for the motherfuckin po-po
I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
Cause they can't see at a time I do the idle
Still some of y'all creepin with the po-po's
Sleepin with the po-po's
Some of y'all walkin with the po-po's
I ain't fuckin with the po-po's
They gon' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
I'm back in the G-bent
Black with the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the Backwood and tree scent
The way I ride I know I'm in for a case
But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase
When it come to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
That's why you never see my wrist with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radars
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I don't have a problem with you searchin the vehicle
They probably wanna scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but it's cool
I got a coupe like a vest
And them troopers'll just feel stupid I guess
The slugs'll bounce off like they hittin Superman chest
I go around the corner, what do I see?
Po-Po's followin me
Askin for my ID, who's car I'm drivin?
Po-Po's botherin me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Tryin to bring me down when they come around
Po-Po's fuckin with me
Shit man, nigga ain't even do shit man
Aw shit, here comes this dude right now
Alright buddy, unfortunately, we came back straight
You and your buddy Skate and Skyler get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright
Look, take it from Larry lock a rapper man
Get the fuck outta here, I don't wanna
See you around here again alright
And by the way uh, I need an autograph for my kids please