Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Po Po, artist - Fabolous. Album song Real Talk (123), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Po Po |
Cop: Alright there ah buddy license and registration |
Fab: Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on? |
Cop: Yeah, I had a report of a UFO |
Fab: whats that? |
Cop: An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway |
Cop: you know how fast you were going? |
Fab: nah not at all man |
Cop: you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there |
smoking buddy |
Cop: keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too |
Cop: I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel |
(mumbles) |
Cop: 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 |
Thats 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 wit 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… I’m fighting 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 reaching for something 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 whos 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 |
Trying to bring me down, when they come around |
Po Po’s fuckin with me |
Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again |
They hate to see me rich, they’d rather see me stuck in the pen |
Everytime 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 maybe 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 |
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 50 descriptions |
And in 10 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 wit me before I open fire |
Ones for the money and twos for the show |
Three must be for the motherfuckin po po' |
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 gon' 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 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 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 wit 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 |
Fab: Shit man a nigga ain’t even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now |
Cop: 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 |
Cop: Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, 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? |