Low Class Conspiracy Lyrics - Singles - Quasimoto

Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening 

Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen 

Start to freestyle we be up on our way 

Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray 

Get on the freeway yo it's after dark 

I guess it always pulls up by the night 

Letting all kinds of speed cars pass 

Just so they can harass our black ass 

Police pulling us over for no reason 

Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season 

Yeah, around asking about where's the pound 

Where's the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run? 

You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for some informin'? 

That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin' 

Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence 

Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence 

The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan 

Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand 

They all wanted me to drive the getaway car 

I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway 

The strange plant they brought in my garage 

They get large, then they gather the entourage 

My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out 

So much money you couldn't even get that smell out 

I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze 

Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze 

Police talking about where's the dead president 

I said, "Fuck y'all, niggaz ain't got no evidence"