Po Po (Featuring Paul Cain and Nate Dogg) (Amended Album Version)

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
Whats 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 f**king see em too

I heard about you in the paper I know you got the toaster strudel mumbles
Yeah I need some backup over here Ive got two rap singers

I wonder briefly

Could it be theres no roof above me
Or the 22s underneath me
Thats keeping them sirens flashing on my ass
Should I get to pumping the brakes or mashing on the gas
Im naturally harassed
And I feel like Im getting punked but I dont see ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
Its a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
For flashing with his badge
And shining light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fighting for my life Im fighting the case
And I aint trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the triggerfigures
I go around the corner what do I see
Po pos followin me

Asking for my id whos car I'm driving
Po pos bothering me

Got me in a lineup got my hands in cuffs
They dont wanna set me free

Trying to bring me down when they come around
Po pos f**king with me

Awe shit the jakes are f**king with me again
They hate to see me rich theyd rather see me stuck in the pen
Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face asking for my registration and id

I dont know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they asking
Or the ice grills they get when Im passing
Or maybe its my fault
Cause I be out all times at night
Doing shit I know I shouldnt plus I dont be riding right
Smokin lye no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants no license and I aint got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift because pos wanna frisk me up
Since 94 Ive been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldnt provoke a rider

Im so tired they got one more time to f**k with me before I open fire
Ones for the money and twos for the show
Three must be for the motherf**king po po
Ive seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
Cause they cant see ask

Still some of yall creeping with the po pos

Sleeping with the po pos

Some of yall walking with the po pos

I aint f** king with the po pos
Bitch
Theygon have to put my back on the cement
Before Im in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
Im back in the g-bent
Black with the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent
The way I ride I know Im in for a case
But the coupe do 200 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 ars
Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I dont 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 hitting supermans chest nigga
I go around the corner what do I see
Po pos following me

Asking for my id whos car Im driving
Po pos bothering me

Got me in a lineup got my hands in cuffs
They dont wanna set me free

Trying to bring me down when they come around
Po pos f**king with me

Shit man a nigga aint even do shit awe shit here
Comes this dude right now
Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight you and your buddy
Scain scholar get the f**k outta here
I dont wanna see you guys around here again alright

Look take it from larry lock the rapper get the f** k outta here
I dont wanna see you around here again and by the way

I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh