| I was wheelin'
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| Wit’the boom in the back
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| The treble was level
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| I like it like that
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| I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'
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| 5-o looked and said hold it And I stopped still
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| I never got ill
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| 'Cause my license was clean an I showed
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| A peace powwow
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| Instead of pow pow
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| I’m straight up and I’m straight
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| So how you like me now
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| But I know how you do You’re straight from Babylon
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| But I know how you do You’re straight from Babylon
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| They said turn it down
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| 'Cause it’s a new law
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| You never seen us before
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| But we’re raw like a war
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| They warned me once
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| They warned me twice
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| So I knew I was warned
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| They had it goin’on
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| I got the f--- outta Dodge
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| Wit’my Bronco
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| 60 miles per hour
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| 50 miles to go And I be pumpin’the sound
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| Drownin’out the cars
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| Which tape should I rock
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| L.L.'s or R.A.'s
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| I’m in the streets of New York
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| (Go away)
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| So I pop in my Kool G Rap 'n'Polo tape
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| And they was at it again
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| Sirens in the air
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| Ahhh sh-t
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| So I’m outta here
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| But the blue in the front
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| Called the blue in the back
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| They cut me off
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| Stopped me dead in my tracks
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| But this is minimal
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| I’m not a criminal
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| I always did what I did
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| Because I’m not a kid
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| But they looked me down
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| They stared me down
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| Told me what I did
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| I ain’t wit’it
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| 'Cause word around town was a stickup
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| B-boy niga in a pickup
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| But I was jeepin’and creepin'
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| Just a keepin’it down, sound
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| Here we go the run around
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| Blamin’me for the hardcore roar
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| But they the ones wit’the 44's
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| So I’m coolin'
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| I know the beat is rulin'
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| Too loud for the crowd
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| The bass is large yeah
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| So I’ll get the f--- outta Dodge
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| That’s right y’all, el commando
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| El commando you’re in demand-o
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| SGT HAWKES:
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| Sgt. |
| Hawkes and I’m down wit’the cop scene
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| I’m a rookie and I’m rollin’wit’a swat team
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| Packin’a nine can’t wait to use it Crooked cop yeah that’s my music
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| Up against the wall don’t gimme no lip son
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| A bank is robbed and you fit the description
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| And I ain’t your mama and I ain’t your pops
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| Keep your music down or you might get shot
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| This is a warning so watch your tail
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| Or I’m a have to put your ass in jail
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| I’m the police and I’m in charge
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| You don’t like it get the f--- outta Dodge |