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Eee-oooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh! Uh uh They said check at the tank Daytrip took it to 10 I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Seen the red and blue lights, and I got pulled over Redneck-ass cop asked me was I sober I said hell nah nigga, stupid question to ask I got a half pound of weed in the messenger bag But I couldn’t tell ‘em that, I was wantin' to laugh That's the number one rule, don’t be flauntin' your pack And stop asking all these questions, now I'm tauntin' yo ass And, if you want to search my car, you need a warrant for that As soon as I said that stupid shit, my gun had slip into his grip My nigga, I plead the fifth, I don't mean to diss man, but I gotta dip He said "what in tarnation," hit the gas, I'm car racing Plus I'm high in the sky, gas got me stargazin' So here's a little advice, my sugar n’ spice, and you can get nice Free my nigga T-Mac, that shit is so whack, they tryna indict I just paid off all my debt, I'm gettin' them checks, it's changin' my life SongtexteI need a little respect, just copped a Patek, just look at my ice So he ran up, "put yo hands up, you in handcuffs You done lost your mother fuckin' head like you got dandruff Woman lie, a nigga lie, fuck the cell, that shit is dry Why you pull me over doing 60 in a 55? All y'all is suspects, you knew that homes Five niggas in the car, and y'all got durags on Plus y'all bumpin' all the really loud new rap songs That's three fuckin' strikes, I wanna go back home How the fuck my straps slip, I be grounded and tight He said, "boys it look like y'all at the County tonight And the canines comin', you can stop with the jokes So while y'all in there tonight, don't be droppin' the soap" I know that you hate me, I know that you jealous I know you crazy, hiding behind an umbrella Man I know I'm a target, shit I know I’m a threat And I know y'all tryna stop me, 'cause you know I'm up next, nigga I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes Two niggas with a pistol that’s ready to go New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Daytrip took it to ten, hey! Aus Songtexte Mania