The year is 94 and in my trunk is raw,
In my rearview mirrior is the motherfucking law,
Got two choices y'all pull over the car or
bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor.
Now I aint trying to see no highway chase with J
Plus I got a few dollarz I can fight the case,
So I pull over to the side of the road and heard
Son do you know what i'm stopping you for?
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low,
Do I look like a mind reader sir I dont know.
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?
Well you was doing 55 in 54 license and registration please step out of the car
are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are
I aint stepping outta shit all my papers legit
well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit
well the glove compartments locked, so's the trunk in the back
and I know my rights so you gonna need a warrant for that.
Well arent you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something,
somebody imortant or something?
Well I aint passed the bar but I know a little bit,
enought that you wont illegally search my shit.
Well we'll see how smart you are when the K9's come...
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one HIT ME.
-Marc