Name: Anonymous 2006-07-28 14:29
They see me rolling. They're hating. Patrolling, they're trying to catch me riding dirty. My music is so loud that I'm swinging. They hope that they're going to catch me riding dirty. Police think they can see me lean. I'm tinted so it isn't easy to be seen. When you see me ride by they can see the glean, and my shine on the deck and the TV screen. I ride with a new chick, and she says "hold up." Next to the PlayStation controller is a full clip and my pistol. I can put a carjacker into a coma. I'm just trying to bone, not have babies. The laws allow patrolling- you know they hate me. My music is turned all the way up to the maximum. I can speak for some who try to carjack, but we're packing something that we have and, um, we'll have someone locked up in the maximum security cell.
I have warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still not losing. I tried to do what you're thinking, so, I turned on my blinker and I went slower. Someone was upset for sure because they thought they knew that they were going to catch me with plenty of booze and cocaine. So they get behind me, trying to check my tags; I look in my rearview mirror and they're smiling. The think they'll catch me on the wrong, well, keep trying, because their denying is racial profiling. Houston, TX can check my tags, pull me over and try to check my slab, but I usually reach in my glove compartment to get my cash because the crooked cops try to come up fast. And being the baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn about not feeling my attitude. When they realize I'm not even riding dirty I bet they'll be leaving in an even angrier mood. They can't arrest me, plus they can't sue. This a message to the police telling them they are not wanted here. I can't be touched or tell them that they should have known, while sitting crooked on my chrome. Like they couldn't stop me when I'm about to pull up at your home and then it's on.
I have warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still not losing. I tried to do what you're thinking, so, I turned on my blinker and I went slower. Someone was upset for sure because they thought they knew that they were going to catch me with plenty of booze and cocaine. So they get behind me, trying to check my tags; I look in my rearview mirror and they're smiling. The think they'll catch me on the wrong, well, keep trying, because their denying is racial profiling. Houston, TX can check my tags, pull me over and try to check my slab, but I usually reach in my glove compartment to get my cash because the crooked cops try to come up fast. And being the baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn about not feeling my attitude. When they realize I'm not even riding dirty I bet they'll be leaving in an even angrier mood. They can't arrest me, plus they can't sue. This a message to the police telling them they are not wanted here. I can't be touched or tell them that they should have known, while sitting crooked on my chrome. Like they couldn't stop me when I'm about to pull up at your home and then it's on.