Go Fight Some Other Crime

Yeah, killing off suckas is sweet
Plannin' to do a song for punk MC
Gettin' tax dollars, life's not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk wanna go to sleep
Compton's Most Wanted, punk wanna go to sleep

Excuse me, police, I'm just sippin' coffee
I'm mindin' my business, why is you trippin'?
Won't you get up off me?
Why you all inside my ride? I'm sippin' coffee
Won't you get up off me?
Takin' a brother dime, why don't you go find some other crime, nigga?

Why the fuck is he flashin' a light in the passenger seat?
Askin' me a bunch of bullshit, harrassin' me?
Nah, I'm just a nigga tryin' to squeeze a nickel out of a dollar
Blowin' a fatty with my partners, flippin' freestyles
(What's your name, boy?) Cory Mo, why you trippin'?
(Hey, that boy got out, didn't he?)
Hell yeah, and if I didn't?
You'd probably be a bitch and cuff us up either way
Just to meet your monthly quota to get you a raise
But I'ma chill and abide by your bullshit
As long as you don't try to violate and pull shit
All I wanna do is sip a swisha with my niggas
And keep on coastin' down Richmond, mindin' our business
(Well, you don't look like a rich man to me, this street is ours)
(We seldom see rims like that with a yellow stripe around the tires)
(You just get your ass up out the car and I will check it)
(Hey, watch out, he might try to run)
(And boy, don't you try to run from me)

Excuse me, police, I'm just sippin' coffee
I'm mindin' my business, why is you trippin'?
Won't you get up off me?
Why you all inside my ride? I'm sippin' coffee
Won't you get up off me?
Takin' a brother dime, why don't you go find some other crime, nigga?

Alright, Mr. Copeland, you just come back here with me, man
You got anything you wanna tell me?
Why you pull your way back here, man?
You gotta let me know who you got up there with you
I don't know they names, I don't know they real names
I mean, in the front, that's C-Moe right there, C-Moe
His driver's license says Moer
Well, we just call him C-Moe
Who in the back right there?
In the back? That's Assassin and Perfette, man
They from California, we just call them Smo' and 'Fette
Hey, you two boys in the back, get them out the car
Shit
Damn, this your L-strike?
Where the weed at?
Hold the gun, two, hold the gun
Yeah, yeah, let me take the clip out this motherfucker, man
Damn
Hey man, you got your license?
Yeah, shit, my shit is cool, man
But fuck, I don't know, nigga got a few tickets he gotta pay and shit
Damn
I'll be straight though, nigga, we cool, cuz?
I'm finna go to jail over weed
40-Ounce of weed