RIDIN' DIRTY
Crusin' in the ride late one night
My eyes beheld an eerie site
I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight
It looks like a cop might die tonight
Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
Theres a bag in the back full of weed
This cop on my ass is the last thing I need
If he lights me up
My 45 will be the last thing he sees
When he pulled off, oh the prayer I said
That crazy sh*t really messed with my head
And I felt good that night when I hit my bed
Cause I'm not in jail and a cop aint dead
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