Artist: Quasimoto Lyrics
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Album: Track 7 on The Unseen
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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
[Madlib] Somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo its after dark
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black asses
The Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car,like it's ***** hunting season
Yeah, around... asking about where's the pound..
Where's the gun, are y'all *****z on the run?
You got warrants?
y'all ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, man they can't find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands so the whole crew could expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like **** it, I ain't got no dough anyway
They started to plant in my garage
As they get large
Start to gather the entourage
My *****z straight hit the bank
With so much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's
To keep it free's
Plus a ***** ratted so far on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said **** y'all, y'all ain't got no evidence
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