Quasimoto - Low Class Conspiracy lyrics
[Quasimoto - Low Class Conspiracy lyrics]
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
(Ay, somebody pass me that spray)
Get on the freeway, yo it's after dark
And guess who always pulls up right behind us
(Not again, some narcs)
Letting all kinds of speeding cars pass
Just so he could harass our black ass
(Nah, not again, what an ass)
The Police pulling us over for no reason
(Get out the car) searching the car
Like it's nigga hunting season
Year round, asking about where's the pound
(You got any weed? We know you got weapons)
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'
(This ain't mine, sir)
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
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 (car)
I was like fuck it
Cause I ain't got no dough anyway
They straight planned it right in my garage
Thinkin' large
Then they gathered 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 fuck y'all
Niggas ain't got no evidence
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
(Ay, somebody pass me that spray)
Get on the freeway, yo it's after dark
And guess who always pulls up right behind us
(Not again, some narcs)
Letting all kinds of speeding cars pass
Just so he could harass our black ass
(Nah, not again, what an ass)
The Police pulling us over for no reason
(Get out the car) searching the car
Like it's nigga hunting season
Year round, asking about where's the pound
(You got any weed? We know you got weapons)
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'
(This ain't mine, sir)
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
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 (car)
I was like fuck it
Cause I ain't got no dough anyway
They straight planned it right in my garage
Thinkin' large
Then they gathered 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 fuck y'all
Niggas ain't got no evidence