Officer

Yo, Fat Lip man Yo, man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us, man Yo, man, you got to tell the suckers what's up, boy I got a letter from the DMV the other day I opened and read it, it said they were suckers They tried to tell me that my license was suspended I got offended for a minute then pretended That I never even got the damn letter It's nine o'clock on the dot, so I think I'd better Scoot off to school, 'cause in class there's a test I gotta dress fast, grab my glasses and my vest Oh damn, as hardheaded as I am Hopped in my hootie ride pumped up the jam Put it in reverse into first and disperse and From that very moment on my day got worse As I was standing in the street, I suddenly seen the smoke I know that Derek's on his way, I ran to get my coat And a bag from the room it took a minute, boom Hopped into the car, we drove away in a zoom I assume doom as we were drivin' on the gravel At any given minute we could have a shortened travel So I ramble about my life is that's in shambles Shoulda took the bus, a bus without the silence horses Oh nice, I wish we had good bikes We need to exercise maybe we could take a hike And you could give Sheri back those car keys Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Away to our destination No license no insurance not even registration Tags on the plate say December '82 Car's so dirty it looks gray but it's really blue Who would think we're up to good Four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood In hats and glasses makin' funny passes Like drivin' slowly playin' low-key for asses Knowin' damn well one shine will harass us And all the while we see girls jog Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog Then we made a right and I spotted one in tights You live with your homeboys? (Yeah, I live with my homeboys) That's where you're takin' me to your house Where your homeboys are? (I mean but they're not home) You ain't got your own crib? Lights, action without the camera Side-greens and high beams two to a tee The blue coat billy goats are crowdin' up my rear view Hot on the trail of an innocent being My heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack What would happen to my girl and my record contract Yo fellas take off the baseball caps Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped And throw on the glasses and give up the tees Oh please, don't pull me over officer please I'm discombobulated, discombobulated Discombobulated malfunctionated faded F-a-d-e-d, I can't believe it's me Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Oh please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please You don't have a license, you have a warrant? You have ninety parking tickets, we have to take you in (We're getting pulled over!) Okay so, nobody has a license? Yeah you guys are definitely goin' to jail here Okay, let's get that impound truck uh right over here (We're getting pulled over, we're going to jail)