Lyrics Discipline 99, Part 0 - Quasimoto feat. Mr. Herb

Ay yo we head to the party to go see what's happenin'
Smokin' the la, in the car turn on some rappin'
Start to freestyle, we be up on our way
Finish up the blunts
(Yo somebody pass me that spray)
Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
Guess who always pulls up right behind us (aw not again some narcs)
Lettin' all kinds of speedin' cars pass
Just so he can harass our black ass
Police pull us over for no reason
Searchin' the car
Like it's nigga huntin' season!
Year round
Askin' 'bout "Where's the pound?"
"Where's the guns?
"Are y'all niggas on the run?"
"You got warrants?"
"Are y'all niggas ready for some torment?"
That's how they be practicin'
Seems like they be actin'
'Cept it's real life
Like they rushin' up your residence
Searchin' your crib
They can't find no evidence
(Man this stuff has made me mad man)
(Shit I'm sayin' man I ain't trippin')
(Shit I'm about to do somethin')
(Tired of these pigs harassin' me everyday man)
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
To get grands off the man
So our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, cause I ain't got no dough anyway
They straight planned it right in my garage
Thinkin' large
Then they gathered the entourage
My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's
To keep it freeze
Plus a nigga ratted so far on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead presidents
I said fuck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence