home from doing a bid (Oh, that's crazy) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (Oh, that's crazy) Didn't sit there and call the cops (Oh, that's
know the rules You got five seconds 'fore I punch out your lights But then the cop pulled out his gun I said, "Ha ha psyche" I had a call so I called
him, I said, "Jeff go get it" We pulled up behind him and man he jetted He was drivin' all wild and fast like He was gettin' points for the stuff that he crashed I called
thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, lookin' through binocs 'bout to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Steven Spielberg, cops
boys murdered on wax and kill Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see
KFC, Blinky Blink and D R E Shock the world Cluemanati, we like it Mase too smooth, call me debonair Hits every year, so shake your derriere, c'mon Cops
Running and laughing, music blasting Side of the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, been puffin herb If you see my mama, don?t say a word The cops
TONY roma' Back shots, Holiday Inn about to bone her And cold own her, drop her off inside Corona With pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola The Ayatollah
it best It's a legal mess, needles need to death Blame the government until then I need to chef Turn right, lead left, street games scrams Call the cops
called and God shut my eyes We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't no cash And till the computers crash and the dough
crowd around That's my road dog and you know I unload for her She hold me down anytime I call for her Like at the time when I crashed the Jag She brought
Like AL Capone nigga, I'm showing my golds Black skin and rocks, hitting bitches that bop Blowing weed on the parking lot, fuck the cops We crash the
Lil' Romeo] I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops They call me Richie Rich, I got my name
you serious? What the fuck? Someone threw a brick into my TV It wasn't us, we were all outside smoking trees Where's my phone? I'm gonna call the fucking cops
] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you
my territory At your front door Those aren't my footprints Under your window Those aren't my photographs of you You can't prove anything Go call the cops
a couple pounds of this weed) To Mississippi (You shmell me homeboy Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause) Before South Central, Palmdale flossin I stayed in a place called