The Pharcyde

yo fatlip man
yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
yo man
you got to tell the suckers what's up boy
yeah ha-ha

I got a letter from the dmv
the other day
I opened and read it
it said they were suckers
they tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended
for a minute then pretended
that I never even got the damn letter
it's nine o'clock
on the dot
so I think I'd better
scoot off to school
'cause in class there's a test
I gotta dress fast
grab my glasses and my vest
oh damn
as hardheaded as I am
hopped in my hootie ride
pumped up the jam
put it in reverse
into first
and disperse and
from that very moment on my day got worse

as I was standing in the street
I suddenly seen the smoke
I know that Derek's on his way
I ran to get my coat
and a bag from the room
it took a minute, boom
hopped into the car
we drove away in a zoom
I assume doom
as we were drivin' on the gravel
at any given minute we could have a shortened travel
so I ramble
about my life (is that's a) shambles
should'a took the bus
a bus without the (silence horses)
oh nice
I wish we had good bikes
we need to exercise
maybe we could take a hike
an' you could give Sheri back those car keys
because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

please
don't pull me over mr. officer
don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

away
to our destination
no license no insurance
not even registration
tags on the plate say december '82
car's so dirty it looks gray
but it's really blue
who would
think we're up to good
four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood
in hats and glasses
makin' funny passes
like drivin' slowly
playin' low-key for asses
knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us
and all the while
we see girls jog
Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh)
(yo baby what's up, pull over)

(you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my
homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house
where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not
home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...)
(5-0 man, 5-0)

lights, action
without the camera
side-greens and high beams
two to a tee
the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview
hot on the trail of an innocent being
my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
what would happen to my girl and my record contract
yo fellas (what)
take off the baseball caps
word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
oh please don't pull me over officer please
I'm discomboberated (what)
discomboberated (what)
discomboberated malfunctionated faded
f-a-d-e-d
I can't believe it's me
oh please
oh please
oh please
oh please
oh

please
don't pull me over mr. officer
don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

(you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have
ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so
nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse
me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely
goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right
over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to
jail)

Can't keep runnin' away.....

Verse One: Fat Lip

I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at
three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve
this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real
nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show
no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!

Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre

There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta
handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to
help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their
own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't
get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being
where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an
evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
free. Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me.
I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
in other words just freeze

Verse Three: Knumbskull #1

It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
heavy as boulders but I told ya
till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
ya and that's all I showed ya
and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...
But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...