| I think there’s blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| I think there’s blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| Late night in the Caddy, just rollin' through the hood
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| Known to act bad, but tonight it’s all good
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| Just picked up a Michael Vick of that dro
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| Can’t wait to get to the crib so I can blow
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| Half a mile away from the house, I hit Valero
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| Grab a couple packs of some 'rillos and a Modelo
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| Roll one up and throw the 'bacco out the window
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| Pull out of the parkin' lot and fire up the indo
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| Inhale, goddamn, big puffs of smoke
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| Exhale, now it’s time to take another toke
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| But in the rearview, man, I can see me some headlights
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| Next thing you know, the fuckin' blue and the red lights
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| These streets never have police patrollin' em
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| When they supposed to, now I’m lookin' for the Ozium
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| Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can’t see
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| That’s when I realized that I got my pistol on me
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| Goddamn
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| There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Officer man, I’m a part of the police force
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| But I don’t walk or beat or ride on a police horse
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| In my patrol car late night ridin'
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| Workin' in the same community that I reside in
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| I saw the pain in the city and couldn’t stand it
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| Crimes committed and no one was reprimanded
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| The conditions in my city was gettin' bad
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| So I hit the academy and walked away with a badge
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| I need to piss so I stop at the Valero
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| I see a guy buyin' some Swishers and a Modelo
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| Please don’t light it up 'til you’re home, that’s what I’m hopin'
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| That’s when I see him dump his tobacco and start smokin'
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| I pull up right behind him and hit the light
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| If he admit he got some weed I’ma let him make it tonight
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| As long as there’s no warrants and he’s legal in the streets
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| That’s when I see him reach under his mothafuckin' seat, goddamn
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| I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school
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| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
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| I pull over to the side tryna stay calm
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| Whole car smellin' like fire, straight napalm
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| I know my gun ain’t got no bodies
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| Got haters up off me but ain’t shot nobody
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| Should I tell him I’m packin' but ain’t got no 'plex?
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| Or just let him find that ho and wait and see what’s next
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| What if he’s a killer cop like I’ve seen on the news?
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| Should I shoot his ass first? |
| Goddamn, I’m confused
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| Okay I checked his plates and they came back clean
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| But I still better call some backup to the scene
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| I don’t know what he was reachin' for so I’m feelin' nauseous
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| I just wanna make it home so I’m tryna be cautious
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| Got a couple of arrests, but ain’t no convictions
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| Get out the squad car and my adrenaline kicks in
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| So not knowin' if he’s committed any prior harm
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| I walk up to his car with my hand on my firearm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood On The Dash , by - Bun B. Song from the album Return of the Trill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп