Po Po Songtext / Lyric

Alright there ah buddy license and registration

Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on?

Yeah I had a report of a UFO

What's that?

An unidentified Ferrari looking object

Flying by me on the highway

You know how fast you were going?

Nah not at all man

You must have been going pretty damn fast

Because my radar is over there smoking buddy

Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too

I heard about you in the paper

I know you got the toaster strudel

In the trash bar or red box

Or whatever they call that shit, alright?

Yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers






I wonder briefly, could it be there's no roof above me

Or the 22's underneath me

That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my ass

Should I get to pumpin' the brakes or mashin' on the gas?

I'm naturally harassed, and I feel like I'm getting punked

But I don't see Ashton in the grass, nor is there a camera

Stashed into the dash, it's a guy in a uniform

And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge



And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right

By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face

And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' the case

And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press

Like the young man resisted arrest

Then he started reachin' for somethin'

That looks like a pistol I guess, so I pulled on a nigga

I mean I pulled on the trigger figures



I go around the corner what do I see?

Po Po's followin' me

Askin' for my ID who's car I'm driving

Po Po's botherin' me

Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs

They don't wanna set me free

Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around

Po Po's fuckin' with me



Aw, shit the jakes are fucking with me again

They hate to see me rich

They'd rather see me stuck in the pen

Every time they walk or pull up beside me

Flash lights in my face

Askin' for my registration and ID

I don't know the reason for the harassment

And the questions they askin', or the ice grills they get



When I'm passin' or may be its my fault

'Cause I be out all times at night

Doin' shit I know I shouldn't

Plus I don't be ridin' right

Smokin' lye no stash box for me to put the skit

Two warrants, no license and

I ain't got insurance yet

I keep a hammer close



Because foes wanna stick me up

But keep my movement swift

Because Po's wanna frisk me up

Since '94 I've been told on by fifty descriptions

And in ten years not once did they get a conviction

These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider

I'm so tired they got one more time

To fuck with me before I open fire



Ones for the money and twos for the show

Three must be for the motherfuckin' Po Po's

I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor

'Cause they can't see ask

Still some of y'all creepin' with the Po Po's

Sleepin' wit the Po Po's

Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's

I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's



Bitch they gone' have to put my back on the cement

Before I'm in the back with my knee bent

On my way back to the precinct, I'm back in the G Bent

Black wit the pre tint, Vanilla aroma to cover the back

With the tree scent, the way I ride I know I'm in for a case

But the coupe do two hundred so they in for a chase

When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses

Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises



I got them hollow tips to stick up in the AR's

Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radar

Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle

So I don't have a problem with you searching the vehicle

They probably want to scoop an arrest

I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a Coupe like a vest

And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess

The slugs will bounce off like they hittin' Superman's chest, nigga



I go around the corner what do I see?

Po Po's followin me

Askin' for my ID who's car I'm drivin'

Po Po's botherin' me

Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs

They don't wanna set me free

Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around

Po Po's fuckin' with me



{Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit aw

Shit here comes this dude right now

Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight

You and your buddy, Scain scholar get the fuck outta here

I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright

Look take it from Larry Lock the rapper man get the fuck outta here

I don't wanna see you around here again and by the way

I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?}