Officer

[Intro] Yo fat lip man 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 [Verse 1: Fatlip] 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 hooptie ride Pumped up the jam Put it in reverse Into first And disperse and From that very moment on my day got worse [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] 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 of took the bus A bus without the silence or some old Nikes 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 [Repeat: x4] Please Don't pull me over Mr. officer Don't pull me over Mr. officer please [Verse 3: Imani] 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-time will harass 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 ain't got) (5-0 man, 5-0) [Verse 4: Slimkid3] Lights, action Without the camera Si-reens and high beams Two to a tee The blue coat billy goats are crowding up my rear view Hot on the tail 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 discombobulated (what) Discombobulated (what) Discombobulated malfunctionated faded F-a-d-e-d I can't believe it's me Oh please Oh please Oh please Oh please Oh [Repeat: x4] Please Don't pull me over Mr. officer Don't pull me over Mr. officer please (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)