I Got Pulled Over

f/ ALT, MC Eiht







( *police radio* )







[ police ]



There they go over there!



Aw man, shit!



I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas



I hate those fuckin Mexicans







[ VERSE 1: Kid Frost ]



I'm always gettin caca from the blaca



The b.g. hooter 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 sellin drugs



To all of the street thugs



Yo, I don't mean to brag



But I'd be drivin in a Jag



I wouldn't be hittin the Eastside lowridin



I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high-profilin



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







[ police ] Hey, don't that truck look familiar?



Yeah, that Cherokee over there?



I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah -



...that La Raza muthafucka



Let's go fuck with him







Hey buddy, hey!



Alright, you fuckin...



Get your fuckin fat ass out the car!







[ VERSE 2: MC Eiht ]



It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys



Kid Frost put me up with a skeez



So I roll a blunt to go



On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?



I'm knowin that they're schemin, but fuck it



Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket



Geah, I ain't sweatin shit, check the Eiht



So they run a make on my goddamn plates



So I hit the next corner real slow



Low, here it go



The same old routine because of my car, black



Mistaken identity for slingin that dope sack



And just because Compton's my playground



They want a nigga like E to stay way down



But I done had enough with harrassin



Like I said, one time still gafflin



I know they up to no damn good



Jackin a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood



But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova



To prevent them from pullin me over







[ police ]



Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet



You know the routine, nigga



Yeah, nigga, you rollin down Alondra like you own this muthafucka



Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack?







[ Eiht ]



The sack?



Nigga, ain't no sack



The only sack is my nutsac



You got the MC Eiht mixed up with these other clockers



Get off the dick, muthafucka







[ VERSE 3: ALT ]



ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again



The hooter, they were dyin to shoot another Mexican



So I learn: if I don't wanna burn



Then I pass up my exit, cause I'm afraid to turn



And if I don't, then that pig'll be vicious



Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious



I'm thinkin to my mind that I can hardly bare it



I heard 'Fuck the Police', but they forgot about the sheriffs



And if I said it, then I might get beat down



And I ain't goin out by a clown in a brown gown



They ain't passin, no time for dashin



Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin



He had his hand on his gun on his hip



And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck tripped



He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip



So he busted me, now I'm in custody



He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly, but



Then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin billyclub



Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder



Just because I got pulled over







[ police ] Hey, Honcho



Get your taco-eatin ass out of the car



What's your fuckin name?



[ ALT ] I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do?



[ police ] Get your fuckin ass over there on the curb



What's the bitch's name?



[ ALT ] Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch







[ police radio ]



All units code 461



24 Hollywood Boulevard



Suspects in custody