I Got Pulled Over Lyrics - Singles - Kid Frost

There they go over there 

Aw man, shit 

I gotta get up off my ass 

And go chase these cholo muthafuckas 

I hate those fuckin' Mexicans 

I'm always gettin' caca from the blaca 

The B.G. hooter 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 sellin' drugs 

To all of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag 

But I'd be drivin' in a Jag 

I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin' 

I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high profilin' 

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 

Hey, don't that truck look familiar? 

Yeah, that Cherokee over there? 

I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah 

That La Raza muthafucka 

Let's go fuck with him 

Hey buddy, hey 

Alright, you fuckin' 

Get your fuckin' fat ass out the car 

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 knowin' that they're schemin' but fuck it 

'Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket 

Geah, I ain't sweatin' shit, check the Eight 

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 slingin' 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 harrassin' 

Like I said, one time still gafflin' 

I know they up to no damn good 

Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood 

But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova 

To prevent them from pullin' me over 

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? 

The sack? 

Nigga, ain't no sack the only sack is my nut sac 

You got the MC Eight mixed up with these other clockers 

Get off the dick, muthafucka 

ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again 

The hooter, they were dyin' to shoot another Mexican 

So I learn, if I don't wanna 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 thinkin' 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 goin' out by a clown in a brown gown 

They ain't passin', no time for dashin' 

Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin' 

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 and he said he'd knock me silly 

But then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy club 

Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder 

Just because I got pulled over 

Hey, Honcho 

Get your taco eatin' ass out of the car 

What's your fuckin' name? 

I'm ALT but what the fuck did I do? 

Get your fuckin' ass over there on the curb 

What's the bitch's name? 

Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch 

All units code 461 

24 Hollywood Boulevard 

Suspects in custody