Po Po

I wonder briefly

Could it be there's no roof above me or the twenty-two's underneath me

That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my eyes

Should I get to pumping the brakes and mashing on the gas?

I'm dancing in the grass

And I feel like I'm gettin' punked

But I don't see Ashton in the grass

Nor is there cameras stashed into the dash

It's a guy in uniform and the passion that he has

For flashin' with his badge and shine a light in my face

Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist

The wrong move, I get a gun right in my face

End up fighting for my life, fighting the case

And I ain't tryna be the story they twist in the press

Like the young man resisted arrest

Then he started reachin' for somethin' that looks like a pistol, I guess

So I pulled on the ****, I mean I pulled on the trigger

I go around the corner, what do I see?

Po po's followin' me

Askin' for my ID, whose car I'm drivin'

Po po's botherin' me

Got me in a line up, got my hands in cuffs

They don't wanna set me free

Tryna bring me down when they come around

Po po's fuckin' with me

Ah, shit, fam, the jakes is fuckin' with me again

They hate to see me rich, rather see me stuck in the pen

Every time they walk or pull up beside me, flashlight's in my face

Asking for my registration and ID

I don't know the reason for the harassment and questions they askin'

Or the ice drills they give when I'm passin'

Or maybe it's my fault 'cause I be out all times of night

Doin' shit I know I shouldn't, plus I don't be ridin' right

Smokin' on new stash spots for me to put the skit

Two warrants, no license, and I ain't got a Sherman yet

I keep a hammer close 'cause foes wanna stick me up

But keep my movement swift 'cause foes wanna frisk me up

Since '94 I been told I fit the description

And in ten years, not once did they get a conviction

These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider

I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck with me before I open fire

One's for the money, and two's for show

Three must be for the motherfuckin' po po

I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor

'Cause they can't see that sign below

Still some of y'all creepin' with the po po

Sleepin' with the po po

Some of y'all walkin' with the po po

I ain't fuckin' with the po po

They gon' have to put my back on a C, man

Before I'm in the back with my knee bent

On my way back to the precinct

I'm back in the G Bent'

Black with the pretend

Vanilla roamer of the cover, the back with a G scent

The way I ride, I know I'm in for a case

But the coupe do two hunnid so they in for a chase

When it come to lawyers, I got the man Puff uses

That's why you never see my wrist with handcuff bruises

I've got them hollow tips you stick up in the AR's

The tech is the dash that pick up on the radar

Stash box, in it when I purchase the vehicle

So I don't have a problem with you searching the vehicle

They probably wanna scoop and arrest, I try to throw shots

But it's cool, I got a coupe like a vest

And 'em troopers are just feelin' stupid, I guess

The slugs'll bounce off like they hittin' Superman chest

I go around the corner, what do I see?

Po po's followin' me

Askin' for my ID, whose car I'm drivin'

Po po's botherin' me

Got me in a line up, got my hands in cuffs

They don't wanna set me free

Tryna bring me down when they come around

Po po's fuckin' with me