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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]
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Officer
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The Pharcyde |