Tha Police - Z-Ro, Chris Ward

Man it’s just weed man, you trippin'

Man I already gave you my license and insurance man

You trippin' man

Have you ever been arrested just for being too clean

On a Sunday night

They’ll take you’re car, take you to jail

Won’t have a bond until Monday night

Man they just took 13 thousand dollars outta my pocket

Talkin' bout it’s drug related, cause I had a cigarillo

They need to stop it

Since Barack Obama became the first black president

Tha police have been waging war against the black residents

Racial profiling is at an all time high

We represent 10% of the population but 65% of the jail population

And I can’t tell you why (why), yeah

A lot of us are guilty as charged, and as much as I hate to say it

Some brothas deserve to be behind bars

You know the ones that beat on women

And the murderers and the rapists

And especially the ones that kidnap and even abandon babies

I promise all I was doing was leaving the Waffle House

They shined they lights on me and they saw the steak and waffles in my mouth

They pulled me over, took my money, and gave the King a weed case

And I’m STILL tryna get my money back from the state

I can’t even ride down the street

Without being harassed by tha police

Ain’t botherin' nobody so why y’all fuckin' with a G

So what I got a lil' drank and a lil' weed

I’m Screwed Up Click, officer we don’t speed

I’m on swangers but in and out the lane I don’t weave

So what’s yo probable cause for handcuffing me

It’s just a dollar to you laws, to take us away from our family

What the fuck

Damn, yeah yeah

The popo see young Wowo holdin' and lookin' good

I’m from Yellowstone, so my car is yellow tone and I’m lookin' hood

Ground effects, black and gold Vogues and '4s, I’m lookin' sporty

I heard HPD got an APB out and they lookin' for me

Well guess what

Every curve I swerve I’m known for hittin' the blinker bitch

All around the town, back and forth, here and there

On some frequent shit

I know you upset cause the paint so wet

You think it’s leakin' bitch

So you pull me over and detain me on some juvenile delinquent shit

Like I don’t know my rights from wrong, we ain’t right your wrong

So what, you’re whoop whoopin' and your bright lights is on

Because it’s gone, all the smokes been smoked and the dranks been drunk

And here’s my license and insurance

You faulty blue suit punk

Now what the funk you really want, fuckin' with me

Cause it’s obvious I’m C dot dub, a motherfuckin' G

He had the gall to ask me for some posters and some CDs

Said if I sign 'em he’ll give me a ticket and let me leave

Ain’t that a BITCH

I’m from the Screwed Up Click officer we don’t speed

And since we ain’t going to or comin' back from

We ain’t got no mo' weed

Oh I was weavin' in and out my lane, huh?

Z-Ro was drivin' recklessly

Does all this candy paint and this chrome have you upset with me

It’s only a 300 man it ain’t like it’s a Jag

Just because you can’t afford none of them ain’t a reason to get mad

My insurance good, it ain’t nothin' wrong with none of my tags

Really you just fuckin' wit' me cause you got that gun and that badge

You ain’t have no probable cause to pull me over anyway

Cause I wasn’t doin' nothin', you just tryna reach a quota for the day

Now a days, innocence is overrated, everybody did it

Guilty until proven guilty, why, cause jail is big business

The penitentiary get paid to clothe us and feed us

Without us they go broke, we get convicted cause they need us

But I believe in Jesus, the one true judge

And he ain’t gon' let you do nothin' he don’t want you to do judge