| Cop: Alright there ah buddy license and registration
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| Fab: Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on?
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| Cop: Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
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| Fab: whats that?
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| Cop: An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
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| Cop: you know how fast you were going?
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| Fab: nah not at all man
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| Cop: you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there
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| smoking buddy
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| Cop: keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
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| Cop: I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel
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| (mumbles)
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| Cop: yeah I need some backup over here I’ve got two rap singers
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| I wonder briefly
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| Could it be there’s no roof above me
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| Or the 22's underneath me
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| Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass
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| Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas?
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| I’m naturally harassed
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| And I feel like I’m getting punked… but I don’t see Ashton in the grass
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| Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
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| It’s a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
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| For flashin wit his badge
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| And shining light in my face
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| Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
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| The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
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| And they fighting for my life… I’m fighting the case
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| And I ain’t trying to be the story they twist in the press
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| Like: the young man resisted arrest
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| Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
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| So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger… figures
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| I go around the corner what do I see?
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| Po Po’s followin me
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| Askin for my ID whos car I’m driving
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| Po Po’s botherin me
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| Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
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| They don’t wanna set me free
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| Trying to bring me down, when they come around
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| Po Po’s fuckin with me
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| Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again
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| They hate to see me rich, they’d rather see me stuck in the pen
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| Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
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| Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID
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| I don’t know the reason for the harassment
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| And the questions they askin
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| Or the ice grills they get when I’m passin
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| Or maybe its my fault
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| Cause I be out all times at night
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| Doin shit I know I shouldn’t plus I don’t be ridin right
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| Smokin' lye. |
| no stash box for me to put the skit
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| Two warrants, no license and I ain’t got insurance yet
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| I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up
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| But keep my movement swift because Po’s wanna frisk me up
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| Since '94 I’ve been told on by 50 descriptions
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| And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction
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| These pigs shouldn’t provoke a rider
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| I’m so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire
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| Ones for the money and twos for the show
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| Three must be for the motherfuckin po po'
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| I’ve seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
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| Cause they can’t see ask (?)
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| (still some of y’all creepin with the Po Po’s
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| Sleepin wit the Po Po’s
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| Some of y’all walking wit the Po Po’s
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| I ain’t fuckin with the Po Po’s)
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| BITCH!
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| They gon' have to put my back on the cement
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| Before I’m in the back with my knee bent
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| On my way back to the precinct
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| I’m back in the G-bent
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| Black wit the pre-tint
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| Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent
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| The way I ride I know I’m in for a case
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| But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase
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| When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
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| Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
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| I got them hollow tips. |
| to stick up in the AR’s
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| Detectors in the dash. |
| to pick up on the radar
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| Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
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| So I don’t have a problem wit you searching the vehicle
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| They probably want to scoop an arrest
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| I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest
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| And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
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| The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman’s chest. |
| nigga
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| Fab: Shit man a nigga ain’t even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now
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| Cop: Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy
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| Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don’t wanna see you guys around here
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| again alright
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| Cop: Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here
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| I don’t wanna see you around here again. |
| and by the way
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| I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Po Po , by - Fabolous. Song from the album Real Talk (123), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп