Drivin' down the mother***in' highway

The flyway hey, bitch, you goin' my way

Now I got a passenger

I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her Would you like to hit the fat bud?

Or perhaps can I run your name through the mud?

I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?

She said, "No", well, then get the *** out 'Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'

Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'

Bust a you on the avenue Why oh, why it ain't *** to do?

But then Sir Jinx played his mix

And you thought that *** played out in eighty-six Lookin' for my dogs

Looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs

One time's on my mother***in' line Why the *** the swine had to get behind a nigga like me?

They must think it's a gee

They both walk up with the G L O C Started they investigation

No driver's license, no registration

When I stepped out the car they slammed me

Goddamn y'all, who got the camera? Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Who got the camera?

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit No lights, no camera, no action

And the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson

He said, "Don't lie to me"

I'm lookin' for John, Matt or Spike Lee The mother***er called for back up

I guess they planned to beat the mack up

He called me a silly ass thug

And pulled out his billy ass club Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the chronic

Goddamn, nobody got a Panasonic

Found an empty can of old gold

Came around and put my ass in a choke hold *** around and broke my pager

Then they hit a nigga with the tazer

The mother***ing pigs were tryin' to hurt me

I fell to the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy" Then they hit me in the face y'all

But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball

Crowd stood around I said, "Goddamn, ya

Who got the camera?" Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Who the *** got the camera?

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin'

That they were gonna put some work in

Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw

'Cause I called them fagots with guns and badges They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head

But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be dead

A victim of a big fat 187

And little devils don't go to heaven Last night it was eleven but they weren't scarin' me

So they tried the flashlight therapy

I looked at the black one and called him a traitor

I don't give a *** if you got a beta Just take my ***in' picture

So I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya [Incomprehensible]

The one that called me a spook

His name is officer David Duke If the crowd wasn't around, he would've shot me

Tried to play me out like my name was Rodney

Fuckin' police gettin' badder

'Cause if I had a camera the *** wouldn't matter Bitch, uh, who got my nine, who got my nine?

Y'all done did it this time, uh

Who the *** got my nine?