[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
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
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