[Verse 1]

Ayo we headed to a party to go see what's happenin'

Smoking the Lah, in the car turn on some rappin'

Start to freestyle, we be up on our way

Finish up the blunt (Ayy, somebody pass me that spray)

Get on the freeway, yo its after dark

And guess who always pulls up right behind us

(Not again, some narcs…)

Letting all kinds of speeding cars pass

Just so he could harass our black ass

(Nah, not again, what an ass)

The Police pulling us over for no reason

(Get out the car)

Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season

Year round, asking about where's the pound

(You got any weed? We know you got weapons…)

Where's the guns, are y'all niggas on the run?

You got warrants?

Y'all niggas ready for some torment?

That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'

(This ain't mine, sir)

Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence

Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence

[Interlude]

Man, this stuff just makes me mad, man

That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more

We 'bout to do somethin'

I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day, man

[Verse 2]

The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan

To get grands off the man so our whole crew could expand

They all wanted me to drive the getaway (Car)

I was like fuck it, cause I ain't got no dough anyway

They straight planned it right in my garage

Thinkin' large, then they gathered the entourage

My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out

So much money you couldn't even get that smell out

I got laced with thirty G's to keep it freeze

Plus a nigga ratted so 5-0's on the breeze

Police talking about where's the dead presidents

I said fuck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence