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[?] last night near the intersection of Compton and Imperial Highway in South L.A. At this point the boy’s reportedly still in the chair [?] Yo, Man You won't believe it, man Shh, L.A. Man Let me tell you, man Some shit happened the other night when I was trying to get right, man Check this shit out, Yo Cold Friday night With nothing to do Just took my last shot And it's a quarter to two Got to hit the liquor store Before they close, ya dig It's right up the block So stroll I did Threw on my windbreaker Blue L.A. hat Been here since '77 No need for the gat Got the roach out the ashtray Receiving the bill ? [?] went right behind Was the hydro smell Walked through the front door Big friend of my mud Cause it's the weekend And Double's ‘bout to get fucked up Passed the alcohol And headed straight for the snacks When I glanced [?] And noticed some blacks But I ain’t trippin Not Bloodin’ or Crypin’ The only thing on my mind Is the lips I'll be sippin' That' when it hit my like bricks Damn, they wearing all red My neighborhood is blue And it’s fuckin’ with my head Slowly and cautious I went to make my purchase That's when I turned around And seen the nigga with a purpose Tattoos on his face And the devil in his eye Whoever he was looking for That night was gonna die Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do Friday night Party off [?] Adams Couple [?] students Couple fly latin madams But I wasn’t mad at a rap Music on the stereo [?] in Mike’s open pen Drinking on the patio Oh, shit, time to go Here come the heart beats Ducked out the back gate Digging for my car keys God, please let us get away From this with quickness Gang’s on ass, they just blast First, there’s no witness Found a car parked and “O” made A right on 23rd Another rider who had Got away safe Well what's that L.A. PD now following me Play it cool take off your hat And drive slowly We’re just some homies They call it home boys Saw another cruiser creeping Pullin' at the Pep boys Parking lot My hands start sweating I'm forgetting that I'm innocent Thoughts start racing about jetting But we play it cool, left turn 10 West on ramp Ten cars follow now Man they won't fall back The freeway, 6 lanes Empty in the dead of night Hit with the flash Of the helicopter spot light 20 sirens in my rear view Lit up, too Now tell me what the fuck Am I supposed to do People all afraid of the police because they got the guns Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do When policeman get the person alone Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do Hey, homie, where you from I'm not a gang banger Just rolling around the hood That's the funky rap slanger At this I see the bulge in his waist Acting kind of fidgety With confusion on his face I went about my business Paid for the Ketel One They still posted outside I should've brought my gun But I'm not one to run So I grabbed my bag Made some eye contact And headed left towards the back Waiting to hear gun shots I'm leaving up the block safely I guess he had The bam on safety Now here goes the lesson When you're hanging in my city Beware who correct These kids got no [?] Spotlight through the night Shadows on the dash top Megaphone, cop yells “Don’t pull over, just stop” “Now put your hands up” They got their guns drawn Drop your hads slowly One fast move and you're gone I get out, turn around With hands in the air No tears, no fear Kneel down like I’m in deep prayer Hands cuffed, face down In the third lane I look under the car [?] and mad pain But what would we even do No burn and no weapon Now I regret askin' me What Gang Turner is reppin’ And do I have a warrant? And is the car stolen? And if not Why the hell are me and him rollin'? I don't know It's just my city, he my crew But tell me What the fuck am I supposed to do? That's just the way it is And then tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? [?] And then some punk claiming They understand me? Give me a break What world do you live in? (x2)