(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
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Tired of the mother fucking jackin
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Boys that be jackin
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Tired of the motherfucking jackin
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Police, wanna front; wanna jack
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On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
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Gossiping about the latest Compton killin
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Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
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The Boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
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Had a G-ride, so I suggest that we punch it
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Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
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Hit a corner on the plata. Checked the spot
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Seen the P.D. lights. Down the spot was hot
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Ed Dog was cuffin'. Threw in the back
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Chiste and Lil' Rock jacked for selling that crack
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E, man, hit the fence. Yelled out, "See you later!"
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Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
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Dookie and Boo didn't know what to do
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Jumped in the car with D.T, bumpin' CMW
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Hit a U around the corner. Did it work? I wonder
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C.P.D. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
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Didn't want to be like Brother and Fly: locked up
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So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup
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Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
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'Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail
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Police swooped. By the time the Boys was near me
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Go Go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary
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I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
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Bam looked bag. They were named. Now his Pony
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They peeped out the pager. Said, "How much did it cost?
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By the way MC Eiht, where's the dope you toss?"
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(Eight): "Me sell dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer
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Won't go down like the Compton gang banger."
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They ran a warrant check. I must have had good luck
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But the homie who ran. Mmmm
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One Time gaffled him up
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(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
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Get your ass in the car.
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Ho hold it now.
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Keep still boy. No need for static.
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Get your ass in the car.
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You're coming with us!
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(Verse 2):
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Had a show to do on a Thursday night
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Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big White
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Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
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I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
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Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
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Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good E.T.
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Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
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Switching to another form about how he get paid
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Just then the Boys came behind the truck
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Tom looked out and said, "What the fuck?!?!"
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A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip
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Had to clown his ass once. N' said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!"
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Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I.
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And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai
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Damn! (damn)
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Now it's time to get nervous
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Starey Clown caught back em
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And they was fixing to serve us
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Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for names
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They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang I claim
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The fact that I'm black is the reason you jack me
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I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
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If I was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
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He said, "Shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the County!"
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He was already late. The fools had they nerves
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To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
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Twas showt, shorter that showt. What can I say?
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"Keep on talking. Go ahead. Make my day
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He started to acting tough n' Chill thought he was bluffin
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But in a second or two, the Boys started the cuffin
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Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups
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No time for explanations. One Time gaffled us up
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(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
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Get your ass in the car.
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Ho hold it now.
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For when? For what?
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I ain't guilty!
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Get your ass in the car.
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You're coming with us!
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One Time Gaffled 'Em Up
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