OG Kid Frost — I Got Pulled Over

[Police Radio] Suspects are found on location Three to four male Hispanic, cholo type There armed with an iron bar Prepping to rig into parked vehicle Suspect number one is wearing a grey sweater, blue pants Number two is wearing a white shirt, dark pants Number three wearing a white, black khaki pants 43-3 Code 101-94-38 [Police] There they go over there! Aw man, shit! I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate fucking Mexicans [Verse 1: Kid Frost] I'm always getting caca from the blaca The pinche jura always pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb ...And then they look me over They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler If I was selling drugs to all of the street thugs Yo, I don't mean to brag but I'd be driving in a Jag I wouldn't be hitting the Eastside, lowriding I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high-profiling And all that shit And I happen to play along with your stupid little skip But I'll just kick it Yo, go ahead and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled over [Police] Hey, don't that truck look familiar? Yeah, that Cherokee over there? I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah - ...something like, that La Raza muthafucka Let's go fuck with him Hey buddy, hey! Alright, you fucking... Get your fucking fat ass out the car! [Verse 2: MC Eiht] It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up with a skeez So I roll a blunt to go On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about Five-O I'm knowing that they're scheming, but fuck it Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket Geah, I ain't sweating shit, check the Eiht So they run a make on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner real slow, low, here it go The same old routine because of my car, black Mistaken identity for slinging that dope sack And just because Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to stay way down But I done had enough with harassing Like I said, one time still gaffling I know they up to no damn good Jacking a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova To prevent them from pulling me over [Police] Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet You know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin down Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack? [MC Eiht] The sack? Nigga, ain't no sack The only sack is my nutsack You got the MC Eiht mixed up with these other clockers Get off the dick, muthafucka! [Verse 3: ALT] ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again The hooter, they were dying to shoot another Mexican So I learn, if I don't want to burn Then I pass up my exit, cause I'm afraid to turn And if I don't, then that pig will be vicious Cause every Hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinking to my mind that I can hardly bare it I heard "Fuck the Police," but they forgot about the sheriffs And if I said it, then I might get beat down And I ain't going out by a clown in a brown gown They ain't passing, no time for dashing Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashing He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo that dumb fuck tripped He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip So he busted me, now I'm in custody He called my mother a bitch and he said he'd knock me silly But then I felt the crack of his motherfucking Billy-Club Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled over [Police] Hey, Honcho Get your taco-eating ass out of the car What's your fuckin name? [ALT] I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do? [Police] Get your fucking ass over there on the curb What's the bitch's name? [ALT] Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch! Slowly climb over the driver side Exit with your hands in the air [Police radio] All units code 461 24 Hollywood Boulevard Suspects in custody