Officer Lyrics - Bizarre Ride Ii The Pharcyde - Pharcyde

Yo fat lip man 

Yo man they tryin' to run a power move on us man 

Yo man 

You got to tell the suckers what's up boy 

Yeah ha-ha 

I got a letter from the DMV 

The other day 

I opened and read it 

It said they were suckers 

They tried to tell me that my license was suspended 

I got offended 

For a minute then pretended 

That I never even got the damn letter 

It's nine o'clock 

On the dot 

So I think I'd better 

Scoot off to school 

'Cause in class there's a test 

I gotta dress fast 

Grab my glasses and my vest 

Oh damn 

As hardheaded as I am 

Hopped in my hooptie ride 

Pumped up the jam 

Put it in reverse 

Into first 

And disperse and 

From that very moment on my day got worse 

As I was standing in the street 

I suddenly seen the smoke 

I know that Derek's on his way 

I ran to get my coat 

And a bag from the room 

It took a minute, boom 

Hopped into the car 

We drove away in a zoom 

I assume doom 

As we were drivin' on the gravel 

At any given minute we could have a shortened travel 

So I ramble 

About my life, is actually shambles 

Should have took the bus 

A bus without the silence or some old Nikes 

I wish we had good bikes 

We need to exercise 

Maybe we could take a hike 

And you could give Sheri back those car keys 

Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Away 

To our destination 

No license no insurance 

Not even registration 

Tags on the plate say December '82 

Car's so dirty it looks gray 

But it's really blue 

Who would 

Think we're up to good 

Four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood 

In hats and glasses 

Makin' funny passes 

Like drivin' slowly 

Playin' low-key for asses 

Knowin' damn well one-time will harass us 

And all the while 

We see girls jog 

Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog 

Then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (Yo baby what's up, pull over) 

(You live with your homeboys? Yeah I live with my homeboys 

That's where you're takin' me to your house 

Where your homeboys are? 

I mean but they're not home, 

You ain't got your own crib? 

Naw I ain't got) (5-0 man, 5-0) 

Lights, action 

Without the camera 

Sirens and high beams 

Two to a tee 

The blue coat billy goats are crowding up my rear view 

Hot on the tail of an innocent being 

My heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast 

I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass 

My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack 

What would happen to my girl and my record contract 

Yo fellas (What) 

Take off the baseball caps 

Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped 

And throw on the glasses and give up the (Tees) 

Oh please don't pull me over officer please 

I'm discombobulated (What) 

Discombobulated (What) 

Discombobulated malfunctioned faded 

F-a-d-e-d 

I can't believe it's me 

Oh please 

Oh please 

Oh please 

Oh please 

Oh 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please 

Please 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer 

Don't pull me over Mr. officer please