Low Class Conspiracy

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ayy Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Hello cars, what really done? Hello little piggies, be tryin' to run Ayo, we headed to a party to go see what's happening Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappin' Start to freestyle we be up on our way Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that spray Get on the freeway yo, it's after dark Gets is always on the bypass Letting all kinds of speed cars pass Just so they can harass our black asses Police pulling us over for no reason Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season Yeah, around asking about where's the pound Where's the gun, are y'all niggaz 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're rushing up your residence Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence Man this stuff is making me mad man That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more Aye man, it sucks, saying about something I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day, man The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan Kick brands off the man so our whole crew could expand They all wanted me to drive the getaway car I was like "Fuck it 'cause I ain't got no dough anyway" They started to plant in my garage They get large and 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 Gs to keep it frees Plus a nigga ratted so 5-0s on a breeze (fuck) Police talking about where's the dead president I said fuck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence