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— I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing

Black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts

— I have one black and one Mexican

They have five outstanding warrants

Armed and considered skanless

— I'll run 'em in for questoning

«Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you’re fucking with?»

Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12:37

With thoughts on my mind of a 211

Threw on my fresh socks and my stomping boots

A brand new pair of brownies and my khaki suit

So I said to myself it’s time to go jack

I grabbed a couple clips, loaded up the gat

I ran out the house, jumped in the Cutlass

Tired of bein broke, damn, fuck this

Hopped on the freeway lookin for the area

Showin no mercy and I’m not gonna spare ya

Searchin like a eagle but I ain’t found shit

But just as the moment I was about to quit

Out jumps this Mustang doin 'bout 50

Driver bumpin sounds, he’s rollin real swiftly

Now when I seen him I punched the gas

But I couldn’t catch his ass cause he goin too fast

But hell yeah, I’mma get him tonight

I never wouldn’ta caught him but thanks to the red light

I’m in the left lane and he’s on the right

Hey homeboy, you better check your taillights

Man, them muthafuckas don’t work

He pulled over to the side like a stupid-ass jerk

He hopped out his car and walked to the back

Then I drew down with my gat, I said, «Punk, this a jack

Empty your pockets and drop your keys»

His girl screamed out, «Don't take his car, please»

I said, «Bitch, get your ass out

You know what I’m about, I’ll knock your ass out»

Grabbed her ass by the hair and drug her out the window

Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo

So watch out, fool, don’t let me catch ya slippin

I’ll be another car that I’ll just be strippin

Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre

Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre

«I shot»

«Shoot me, motherfucker»

«Too»

«Dumb muthafucka»

«Whether red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter»

«You

«Suckers»

«Hey homes»

«Compton»

Rollin them Daytons, yeah, profilin

Turned on Rosecrans, the suckers got to smilin

They got to wavin, so I said fuck it

I ain’t wavin back, they jumped in they bucket

Lookin in my mirror it’s niggas all on my ass

So I said to my girl I’mma have to blast

So I bust a turn on Street

Then I pulled a muthaufckin .357 out the seat

Them niggas jumped out 12-guage (?)

Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump

My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)

Not knowin my bitch had the big, big gat

I got out and just threw 'em the keys

Then my girl said (Don't take his car, please)

Looked at my girl and gave her the sign

The girl whipped out the gat and she blast three times

(*gunshot*) 1 nigga laid dead

The other cocked back the gauge and shot her in the leg

«Don't shoot my girl,» I begged and begged

But my girl shot again and blew his brains out his head

So watch out, fool, don’t let me catch ya slippin

I’ll be another car that I’ll just be strippin

Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre

Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre

— Pull over the vehicle

— Aw baby, they tryina stop us and shit, baby

— Pull over the vehicle

— I ain’t stoppin for they…

Fuck it, I’mma stop

— Alright, alright

What are you up to over here?

— Hey man, I’m on the way to the hospital, man

— Did you realize this is a 35, man?

— Man, don’t you see my girl’s shot, muthafucka?

— Man, where’s your license?

— Man, fuck…

— Where's your registration?

Get out of the car, man

— Man, fuck you

Nigga rollin through my hood with some big fat chains

Didn’t know who he was, he musta lost his brain

He’s ready to get beat and stomped on

A kid from Oakland tryina roll through Compton?

There’s a bitch on the block named Sue

A ho in the hood everybody been through

I didn’t have to guess cause I already knew

That that’s the fuckin house that he’s gonna stop to

He was rollin a clean-ass Lac

On Daytons and 20s, a bumper kit in the back

I said damn, now who in the fuck is that?

He had diamonds on his hands and his chains was fat

He went in Sue house, I don’t know what they was doin

But me knowiin Sue they was probably screwin

Now this nigga musta been on crack

So I rushed into my house, broke out the bumper jack

Stripped his shit and left it sittin on bricks

Fool-ass fag was in a hell of a fix

He was ready to leave the house

So I crept up to the door when I heard his big mouth

He kissed Sue and said good night

I threw my left hands on the chains, I bombed with the right

You know Sue, the stupid ass bitch

The ho in the hood done turned into a snitch

Police pulled me over, I said what the fuck I do?

«I'm Crawf, officer, it wasn’t me

«Shut up, nigga, don’t they call you Hi-C?»

They turned they back, then I broke down the street

I almost got away till a K9 creeped

But it caught me and almost chewed my ass to death

I was almost dead, I had one thing left

Grabbed a 40 bottle, bust the dog in the head

Police stopped, check to see if he was dead

But by that time I was down the street

Sayin, «Ha, you silly muthafuckas can’t catch me»

So watch out, fool, don’t let me catch ya slippin

I’ll be another car that I’ll just be strippin

Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre

Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre

Yeah

Straight for the nine-o, fool

Hi-C and Tony-A straight jackin muthafuckas

So make sure your windows are rolled up and your door are locked

Cause that’s the only way your ass won’t get got

And I don’t give a fuck about y’all packin

Because I’m down, Skanless is fuckin jackin