The year's '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay. Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So I...pull over to the side of the road I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?" Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' " "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
