* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase "We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *
[Boots] Now the FBI monitors with no feedback Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at Or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew" Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel This girl Cheryl got parole violation Said she was high cause of pupil dilation If you never got arrested now since infinity You get searched livin in this vicinity Or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines But the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem The ruling class shifts dope to you and me And don't get arrested, this is lunacy Or is it pimp low magic in unity Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?
Now who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot So many cops around the block ?? Tupac You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks? Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente Not a teacher but a sensei These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's Makin police state officials with fat bones That's made of gristle test they torque to differential Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial 'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
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