| Well, it was Friday night last week we got pulled over with an O
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| 53 and Ogden by a condescending po
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| Tried to fill his quota book
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| Stopped us no reason just the way we look
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| We would not let him search the car he said he’d call his dogs
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| But we were not worried cause
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| It was under 30 grams of 40/80 shit
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| Costly, it was good bud though, I admit
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| But I don’t wanna be a part of it
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| I will not give in
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| We must change from within… the system
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| They call us hopeless dreamers
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| They don’t know what we are
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| Imposing their ancient values
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| I wonder if they care, I wonder if they care
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| Then they pulled us out of Cockboy’s Caddy—"Hands on the hood!"
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| But the piggies didn’t find it cause we hid it so good
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| Pat down I knew he had a wood
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| Touching me only where my girl should
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| Yeah, to fuck with the system you need much wisdom
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| But first, but first you gotta work with them
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| Probable cause has definite flaws
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| It’s up to us to change the laws
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| Your word against mine is your policy
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| Now, show me where’s the legality
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| When you use your authority
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| To just instill fear in me
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| What’s up with your power trip?
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| It was later on that night before they finally let us go
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| Off to the donut shop and then we blazed half that O
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| So tough with your fake authority
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| Some day you’ll learn you’re the same as me |