Give 'Em A Good Chase

Alright, go 'head
Spit it now?
Yeah
Check it, alright
Gimme a count
Tell me when you're ready
Yeah, I'm ready now

Kicking back smoking on a marijuana cigarette
Damn, why the cuddies ain't came and got a nigga yet?
Stuck like Chuck, dank hurts my nuts
I dump the ashes off the joint and put the roach in the crutch
A fool, Dre be shaking the walls
I put my pager in my pocket and my dank in my drawers
Now we striking to the Crest in a Fleetwood
A bucket with the Zap' to make it beat good
Got to the track, y'all, Cadillac tacked, y'all
Curt gon' shake and saw Officer McGraw
Paranoid, man, I ain't gon' lie
I got a S-T-ay for a DUI
Looked in the rearview, damn, it's two more
Dumb as fuck but I know what to do, though
Tighten my shoelace, ready for foot race
Open the door quick and give 'em a good chase
Fence to fence, yard to yard
Steady gaining speed like a track star
Moving top speed, blow like a rocket
I jump behind a car, pulled my phone out my pocket
"What's up, cuddie? Meet me on Gateway"
It's funk with these fools, and man, do they hate Dre
But just when I thought that things would be cool
I hopped the fence and saw fucking pit bull
Five-yard lead, full of the weed
Fuck that pit, I got too much speed
Tired as fuck, huffing and coughing
But still running faster than that man Steve Austin
Still in the lead as I got to Gateway
But wouldn't you know, the police done got Bay
Damn, shit, fuck, what should I do?
Keep on running like Jesse who?
Owens, and keep going, keep flowing
Keep a steady pace and don't start slowing
Got to my potna's house, knocked on the back door
Thinking I'm safe but where was he at though?
Dogs barking, they must be coming
Door swung open, cool, it's his woman

Damn, fucked up (Ah)
Ugh, I was flowing, too