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Well, seven in the mornin', I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well, just that second I heard, Stay where you are
Before I could stop, I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk
He said, Ah boy, you better watch where you run
As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said, Officer man, I aint do nothin
He said, Whats that word you niggas use? Ya frontin, well of frontin"
"Cause why were you running down the street?
At this time I had stood to my feet
And said, Wait a minute and that's when he did it
He hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't with it
So on the ground was a bottle of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his fuckin' Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup
Well, I had the shotgun and began to act up
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Get your street knowledge every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black

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