Officer

[Intro]

Yo, Fatlip, man

Yo, man, they tryna run a power move on us, man

Yo, man

You got to tell the suckers what's up, boy

Yeah, haha

[Verse 1: Fatlip]

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 hooptie ride, pumped up the jam

Put it in reverse, into first, then dispersed and

From that very moment on, my day got worse

[Verse 2: Bootie Brown]

As I was standing in the street, I suddenly seen the smoke

I know that Derrick'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, 'cause that's in shambles

Shoulda took the bus

I busted out some sandals or some old Nikes

I wish we had some good bikes

We need to exercise, maybe we could take a hike

And you could give Sheri back those car keys

Because everywhere I walk, I would not have to say please

[Chorus]

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

[Verse 3: Imani]

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 (Gray), but it's really blue (Blue)

Who would think we're up to good?

Four Black niggas drivin' through the neighborhood

In hats and glasses, makin' funny passes

Like drivin' slowly, playin' low-key for asses

Knowin' damn well one-time will harass us

And all the while (While), we see girls jog (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)

[Interlude]

Do 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 ain't got

(5-0, man, 5-0)

[Verse 4: Slimkid3]

Lights, action, without the camera

Sirens and high beams, two to a tee

The blue coat billy goats are crowdin' up my rear view

Hot on the tail 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 discombobulated (What?), discombobulated (What?)

Discombobulated, malfunctionated, faded

F-A-D-E-D (Me too), I can't believe it's me

Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please

Oh, please

[Chorus]

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

Please don't pull me over, Mr. Officer

Don't pull me over, Mr. Officer, please

[Outro]

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

Okay, so, so nobody has a license? Okay, uh

(How're you gonna accuse me of doin' something, dude?)

Yeah, you guys are definitely goin' to jail here

Okay, let's get that impound truck, uh, right over here, um

We're going to jail