Low Class Conspiracy

Ayo we headed to a party to go see what's happenin' Smoking the Lah, in the car turn on some rappin' Start to freestyle, we be up on our way Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that spray Get on the freeway, yo it's after dark And guess who always pulls up right behind us Letting all kinds of speeding cars pass Just so he could harass our black asses The police pulling us over for no reason Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season Year round, asking about where's the pound Where's the guns? Are y'all niggas on the run? You got warrants? Y'all niggas ready for some torment? That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin' Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence Man, this stuff just makes me mad, man That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more We 'bout to do somethin' I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day man The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan To get grands off the man so our whole crew could expand They all wanted me to drive the getaway I was like f*ck it, 'cause I ain't got no dough anyway They straight planned it right in my garage Thinkin' large, putting together the entourage My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out So much money you couldn't even get that smell out I got laced with thirty G's to keep it freeze Plus a nigga ratted, so 5-0's on the breeze Police talking about where's the dead presidents? I said f*ck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence