[00:00.00] 作曲 : Madlib, Quasimoto
[00:00.09]Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening
[00:01.11]Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
[00:02.04]Start to freestyle we be up on our way
[00:02.85]Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
[00:03.81]Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
[00:05.79]I guess it always pulls up by the night
[00:06.66]Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
[00:07.38]Just so they can harass our black ass
[00:08.16]Police pulling us over for no reason
[00:08.94]Searching the car, like it's pussy hunting season
[00:10.44]Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
[00:13.35]Where's the gun? Are y'all niggas on the run
[00:14.13]You got warrants? Y'all niggas ready for some informin'
[00:15.27]That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
[00:16.29]Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
[00:17.43]Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
[00:18.42]The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
[00:19.32]Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
[01:05.28]They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
[01:07.92]I was like **** it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway
[01:09.69]The strange plant they brought in my garage
[01:18.48]They get large, then they gather the entourage
[01:22.50]My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
[01:24.54]So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
[02:07.71]I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze
[02:08.61]Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze
[02:09.48]Police talking about where's the dead president
[02:12.99]I said, **** y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence

作曲 : Madlib, Quasimoto
Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening
Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
I guess it always pulls up by the night
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black ass
Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's pussy hunting season
Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
Where's the gun? Are y'all niggas on the run
You got warrants? Y'all niggas ready for some informin'
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like **** it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway
The strange plant they brought in my garage
They get large, then they gather the entourage
My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze
Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said, **** y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence