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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Po Po
Lyricist:Paul Michael Cain, Nathaniel Hale, John Jackson, Kenisha Pratt, Jonathan Rotem
Alright there ah buddy license and registration Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on? Yeah I had a report of a UFO What's that? An unidentified Ferrari looking object Flying by me on the highway You know how fast you were going? Nah not at all man You must have been going pretty damn fast Because my radar is over there smoking buddy Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too I heard about you in the paper I know you got the toaster strudel In the trash bar or red box Or whatever they call that shit, alright? Yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers
I wonder briefly, could it be there's no roof above me Or the 22's underneath me That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my ass Should I get to pumpin' the brakes or mashin' on the gas? I'm naturally harassed, and I feel like I'm getting punked But I don't see Ashton in the grass, nor is there a camera Stashed into the dash, it's a guy in a uniform And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge
And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' the case And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press Like the young man resisted arrest Then he started reachin' for somethin' That looks like a pistol I guess, so I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger figures
I go around the corner what do I see? Po Po's followin' me Askin' for my ID who's car I'm driving Po Po's botherin' me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin' with me
Aw, shit the jakes are fucking with me again They hate to see me rich They'd rather see me stuck in the pen Every time they walk or pull up beside me Flash lights in my face Askin' for my registration and ID I don't know the reason for the harassment And the questions they askin', or the ice grills they get
When I'm passin' or may be its my fault 'Cause I be out all times at night Doin' shit I know I shouldn't Plus I don't be ridin' right Smokin' lye no stash box for me to put the skit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet I keep a hammer close
Because foes wanna stick me up But keep my movement swift Because Po's wanna frisk me up Since '94 I've been told on by fifty descriptions And in ten years not once did they get a conviction These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider I'm so tired they got one more time To fuck with me before I open fire
Ones for the money and twos for the show Three must be for the motherfuckin' Po Po's I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor 'Cause they can't see ask Still some of y'all creepin' with the Po Po's Sleepin' wit the Po Po's Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's
Bitch they gone' have to put my back on the cement Before I'm in the back with my knee bent On my way back to the precinct, I'm back in the G Bent Black wit the pre tint, Vanilla aroma to cover the back With the tree scent, the way I ride I know I'm in for a case But the coupe do two hundred so they in for a chase When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips to stick up in the AR's Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radar Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle So I don't have a problem with you searching the vehicle They probably want to scoop an arrest I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a Coupe like a vest And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess The slugs will bounce off like they hittin' Superman's chest, nigga
I go around the corner what do I see? Po Po's followin me Askin' for my ID who's car I'm drivin' Po Po's botherin' me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin' with me
{Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit aw Shit here comes this dude right now Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight You and your buddy, Scain scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright Look take it from Larry Lock the rapper man get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you around here again and by the way I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?}
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