There they go over there   Aw man, shit   I gotta get up off my ass   And go chase these cholo muthafuckas   I hate those fuckin' Mexicans      I'm always gettin' caca from the blaca   The B.G. hooter always pull me over   Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb   And then they look me over      They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer   This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was sellin' drugs   To all of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag   But I'd be drivin' in a Jag      I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin'   I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high profilin'   And all that shit and I happen to play along   With your stupid little skip but I'll just kick it      Yo, go ahead and write your ticket   But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it   I say this to myself, I let him do his thing   Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King   I got pulled over      Hey, don't that truck look familiar?   Yeah, that Cherokee over there?   I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah   That La Raza muthafucka   Let's go fuck with him      Hey buddy, hey   Alright, you fuckin'   Get your fuckin' fat ass out the car      It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys   Kid Frost put me up with a skeez so I roll a blunt to go   On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?   I'm knowin' that they're schemin' but fuck it      'Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket   Geah, I ain't sweatin' shit, check the Eight   So they run a make on my goddamn plates   So I hit the next corner real slow   Low, here it go      The same old routine because of my car, black   Mistaken identity for slingin' that dope sack   And just because Compton's my playground   They want a nigga like E to stay way down   But I done had enough with harrassin'      Like I said, one time still gafflin'   I know they up to no damn good   Jackin' a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood   But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova   To prevent them from pullin' me over      Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk   Lock hands and feet you know the routine, nigga   Yeah, nigga, you rollin' down Alondra like you own this muthafucka   Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack?      The sack?   Nigga, ain't no sack the only sack is my nut sac   You got the MC Eight mixed up with these other clockers   Get off the dick, muthafucka      ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again   The hooter, they were dyin' to shoot another Mexican   So I learn, if I don't wanna burn   Then I pass up my exit, 'cause I'm afraid to turn      And if I don't, then that pig will be vicious   'Cause every Hispanic at night is suspicious   I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can hardly bare it   I heard, "Fuck the Police", but they forgot about the sheriffs      And if I said it, then I might get beat down   And I ain't goin' out by a clown in a brown gown   They ain't passin', no time for dashin'   Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin'      He had his hand on his gun on his hip   And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck tripped   He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip   So he busted me, now I'm in custody      He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly   But then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin' billy club   Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder   Just because I got pulled over      Hey, Honcho   Get your taco eatin' ass out of the car   What's your fuckin' name?   I'm ALT but what the fuck did I do?      Get your fuckin' ass over there on the curb   What's the bitch's name?   Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch      All units code 461   24 Hollywood Boulevard   Suspects in custody