Verse 1



Drivin down the motherfuckin highway

the flyway hey bitch you goin my way?

Now I got a passenger

I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin her

Would you like to hit the fat bud

or perhaps should I run your name through the mud

I mean are you giving up the nappy dugout?

She said no well then get the fuck out

Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'

plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin'

Bust a U on the avenue

why oh why there ain't shit to do

But then sir jinx played his mix

and you thought that shit played out in eighty six

Lookin for my dogs

looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs

One time's on my motherfuckin line

why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me

They must thind I'm a gee

they both walk up with the g. l. o. c.

(Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now

get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)

Started they investigation

no driver's liscence no registration

When I stepped out the car they slammed me

goddamn ya'll who got the camera?



Chorus

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit

who got the camera?

(x2)





Verse 2:



No lights no camera no action

and the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson

He said don't lie to me

I'm lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee

The motherfucker called for back up

I guess they planned to beat the mack up

He called me a silly ass thug

and pulled out his billy ass club

Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic

goddamn nobody got a panasonic

Found an empty can of old gold

came around and put my ass in a choke hold

Fucked around and broke my pager

then they hit a nigga with the tazer

the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me

I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy

Then they hit me in the face ya'll

but to them it ain't nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)

Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya

Who got the camera



Repeat Chorus



Verse 3



I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin'

that they were gonna put some work in

Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw

cause I called them faggots with guns and badges

They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head

but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they'd be dead

A victim of a big fat 187

and little devils don't go to heaven

Last night there were eleven but they were'nt scarin me

so they tried the flashlight therapy

I looked at the black one and called him a traitor

I don't give a fuck if you got a beta

Just take my fuckin picture

so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?)

The one that called me a spook

his name is officer David Duke

If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me

tried to play me out like my name was rodney

Fuckin police gettin badder

but if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter

(bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine

Ya'll done did it this time, uh

who the fuck got my nine