(feat. ALT, MC Eiht)



[police radio]



[police]	

There they go over there!

Aw man, shit!

I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas

I hate those fuckin Mexicans



[VERSE 1: Kid Frost]

I'm always gettin caca from the blaca

The b.g. hooter always pull me over

Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb 

...and then they look me over

They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer

This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler

If I was sellin drugs

To all of the street thugs

Yo, I don't mean to brag

But I'd be drivin in a Jag

I wouldn't be hittin the Eastside lowridin

I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high-profilin

And all that shit

And I happen to play along with your stupid little skip

But I'll just kick it

Yo, go ahead and write your ticket

But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it

I say this to myself, I let him do his thing

Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King

I got pulled over



[police]

Hey, don't that truck look familiar?

Yeah, that Cherokee over there?

I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah -

...that La Raza muthafucka

Let's go fuck with him

		

Hey buddy, hey!

Alright, you fuckin...

Get your fuckin fat ass out the car!



[VERSE 2: MC Eiht]

It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys

Kid Frost put me up with a skeez

So I roll a blunt to go

On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?

I'm knowin that they're schemin, but fuck it

Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket

Geah, I ain't sweatin shit, check the Eiht

So they run a make on my goddamn plates

So I hit the next corner real slow

Low, here it go

The same old routine because of my car, black

Mistaken identity for slingin that dope sack

And just because Compton's my playground

They want a nigga like E to stay way down

But I done had enough with harrassin

Like I said, one time still gafflin

I know they up to no damn good

Jackin a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood

But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova

To prevent them from pullin me over



[police]	

Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet

You know the routine, nigga

Yeah, nigga, you rollin down Alondra like you own this muthafucka

Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack?



[Eiht]	

The sack? 

Nigga, ain't no sack

The only sack is my nutsac

You got the MC Eiht mixed up with these other clockers

Get off the dick, muthafucka



[VERSE 3: ALT]

ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again

The hooter, they were dyin to shoot another Mexican

So I learn: if I don't wanna burn

Then I pass up my exit, cause I'm afraid to turn

And if I don't, then that pig'll be vicious

Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious

I'm thinkin to my mind that I can hardly bare it

I heard 'Fuck the Police', but they forgot about the sheriffs

And if I said it, then I might get beat down

And I ain't goin out by a clown in a brown gown

They ain't passin, no time for dashin

Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin

He had his hand on his gun on his hip

And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck tripped

He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip

So he busted me, now I'm in custody

He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly, but

Then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin billyclub

Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder

Just because I got pulled over



[police]

Hey, Honcho

Get your taco-eatin ass out of the car

What's your fuckin name?

[ALT] I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do?

[police] Get your fuckin ass over there on the curb

What's the bitch's name?

[ALT] Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch



[police radio]

All units code 461 

24 Hollywood Boulevard

Suspects in custody