The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde - Officer songtekst

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yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
 yo man
 you got to tell the suckers what's up boy
 yeah ha-ha

 I got a letter from the dmv
 the other day
 I opened and read it
 it said they were suckers
 they tried to tell me that my license was suspended
 I got offended
 for a minute then pretended
 that I never even got the damn letter
 it's nine o'clock
 on the dot
 so I think I'd better
 scoot off to school
 'cause in class there's a test
 I gotta dress fast
 grab my glasses and my vest
 oh damn
 as hardheaded as I am
 hopped in my hootie ride
 pumped up the jam
 put it in reverse
 into first
 and disperse and
 from that very moment on my day got worse

 as I was standing in the street
 I suddenly seen the smoke
 I know that Derek's on his way
 I ran to get my coat
 and a bag from the room
 it took a minute, boom
 hopped into the car
 we drove away in a zoom
 I assume doom
 as we were drivin' on the gravel
 at any given minute we could have a shortened travel
 so I ramble
 about my life (is that's a) shambles
 should'a took the bus
 a bus without the (silence horses)
 oh nice
 I wish we had good bikes
 we need to exercise
 maybe we could take a hike
 an' you could give Sheri back those car keys
 because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

 please
 don't pull me over mr. officer
 don't pull me over mr. officer please
 (x4)

 away
 to our destination
 no license no insurance
 not even registration
 tags on the plate say december '82
 car's so dirty it looks gray
 but it's really blue
 who would
 think we're up to good
 four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood


 in hats and glasses
 makin' funny passes
 like drivin' slowly
 playin' low-key for asses
 knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us
 and all the while
 we see girls jog
 Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
 then we made a right and I spotted one in tights [ooh]
 [yo baby what's up, pull over]

 [you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my
 homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house
 where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not
 home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...]
 [5-0 man, 5-0]

 lights, action
 without the camera
 side-greens and high beams
 two to a tee
 the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview
 hot on the trail of an innocent being
 my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
 I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
 my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
 what would happen to my girl and my record contract
 yo fellas [what]
 take off the baseball caps
 word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
 and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
 oh please don't pull me over officer please
 I'm discomboberated [what]
 discomboberated [what]
 discomboberated malfunctionated faded
 f-a-d-e-d
 I can't believe it's me
 oh please
 oh please
 oh please
 oh please
 oh

 please
 don't pull me over mr. officer
 don't pull me over mr. officer please
 (x4)

 [you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have
 ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
 a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so
 nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse
 me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely
 goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right
 over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to
 jail
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Delicious Vinyl, Inc.

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Uitgegeven in: 1992

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde (1992)

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