Officer
(专辑: Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde - 1992)
Yo fatlip man Yo man they trying to run a
5-0 move on us man Yo man You got to tell the
suckers what's up boy Yeah ha-ha I
got a
letter from the
dmv The
other day I
opened and read it It said they were suckers They tried to tell me that my license was suspended I
got offended For a
minute then pretended That I
never even got the
damn letter It's nine o'clock On the
dot So I
think I'd better Scoot off to school 'cause in class there's a
test I
gotta dress fast Grab my glasses and my vest Oh damn As hardheaded as I
am Hopped in my hootie ride Pumped up the
jam Put it in reverse Into first And disperse and From that very moment on my day got worse As I
was standing in the
street I
suddenly seen the
smoke I
know that Derek's on his way I
ran to get my coat And a
bag from the
room It took a
minute, boom Hopped into the
car We drove away in a
zoom I
assume doom As we were driving on the
gravel At any given minute we could have a
shortened travel So I
ramble About my life (is that's a) shambles Should'a took the
bus A
bus without the
(silence horses) Oh nice I
wish we had good bikes We need to exercise Maybe we could take a
hike An' you could give Sheri back those car keys Because everywhere I
walk I
would not have to say please Please Don't pull me over mr. officer Don't pull me over mr. officer please [x4] Away To our destination No license no insurance Not even registration Tags on the
plate say december '82 Car's so dirty it looks gray But it's really blue Who would Think we're up to good Four black niggas riding through the
neighborhood In hats and glasses Making funny passes Like driving slowly Playing low-key for asses Knowing damn well one shine will harrass us And all the
while We see girls jog Sheri's little car is pouring out smog Then we made a
right and I
spotted one in tights (ooh) (yo baby what's up, pull over) (you live with your homeboys?...yeah I
live with my Homeboys...that's where you're taking me to your house Where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not Home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I
ain't got...) (5-0 man, 5-0) Lights, action Without the
camera Side-greens and high beams Two to a
tee The
blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview Hot on the
trail of an innocent being My heartbeat is racing at a
pace so fast I'm wishing that the
coppers would get off my ass My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack What would happen to my girl and my record contract Yo fellas (what) Take off the
baseball caps Word up I
heard that the
nerves get tapped And throw on the
glasses and give up the
(tees) Oh please don't pull me over officer please I'm discomboberated (what) Discomboberated (what) Discomboberated malfunctionated faded F-a-d-e-d I
can't believe it's me Oh please Oh please Oh please Oh please Oh Please Don't pull me over mr. officer Don't pull me over mr. officer please [x4] (you don't have a
license, you have a
warrant, you have Ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me A
break, shit man I
didn't do nothing man...OK so, so Nobody has a
license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse Me of doing something dude...yeah you guys are definitely Going to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right Over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to jail)