I Got Pulled Over

There they go over there Aw man, shit I gotta get up off my a*s And go chase these cholo muthaf**kas I hate those f**kin' Mexicans I'm always gettin' caca from the blaca The B.G. hooter always pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb And then they look me over They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was sellin' drugs To all of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin' in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high profilin' And all that shit and I happen to play along With your stupid little skip but I'll just kick it Yo, go ahead and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled over Hey, don't that truck look familiar? Yeah, that Cherokee over there? I think that belongs to that fat f**k ah That La Raza muthaf**ka Let's go f**k with him Hey buddy, hey Alright, you f**kin' Get your f**kin' fat a*s out the car It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up with a skeez so I roll a blunt to go On that late night hype, who gives a f**k about five-o? I'm knowin' that they're schemin' but f**k it 'Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket Geah, I ain't sweatin' shit, check the Eight So they run a make on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner real slow Low, here it go The same old routine because of my car, black Mistaken identity for slingin' that dope sack And just because Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to stay way down But I done had enough with harra*sin' Like I said, one time still gafflin' I know they up to no damn good Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova To prevent them from pullin' me over Pull your a*s over and get on the sidewalk Lock hands and feet you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin' down Alondra like you own this muthaf**ka Where the sack at, muthaf**ka, where the sack? The sack? Nigga, ain't no sack the only sack is my nut sac You got the MC Eight mixed up with these other clockers Get off the d**k, muthaf**ka ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again The hooter, they were dyin' to shoot another Mexican So I learn, if I don't wanna burn Then I pa*s up my exit, 'cause I'm afraid to turn And if I don't, then that pig will be vicious 'Cause every Hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can hardly bare it I heard, "f**k the Police", but they forgot about the sheriffs And if I said it, then I might get beat down And I ain't goin' out by a clown in a brown gown They ain't pa*sin', no time for dashin' Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin' He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb f**k tripped He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip So he busted me, now I'm in custody He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly But then I felt the crack of his muthaf**kin' billy club Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled over Hey, Honcho Get your taco eatin' a*s out of the car What's your f**kin' name? I'm ALT but what the f**k did I do? Get your f**kin' a*s over there on the curb What's the bitch's name? Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch All units code 461 24 Hollywood Boulevard Suspects in custody