One Time Gaffled Em Up

Tired of the motherfucking jackin'
 boys that be jackin'
 Tired of the motherfucking jackin'
 Police, wanna front; wanna jack
 (1 MC Eiht)
 On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin'
 Gossiping about the latest Compton killin'
 Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
 The Boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
 Had a G-ride, so I suggest that we punch it
 Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
 Hit a corner on the plate checked the spot
 Seen the P.D. lights, down the spot was hot
 Ed Dog was cuffin'. Threw in the back
 Chiste and Lil' Rock jacked for selling that crack
 E-man, hit the fence, yelled out, "See you later!"
 Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
 Dookie and Boo didn't know what to do
 Jumped in the car with D.T, bumpin' CMW
 Hit a U around the corner, did it work? I wonder
 C.P.D. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
 Didn't want to be like brother and fly locked up
 So I downed the bourb' that was still in my cup
 Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
 Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail
 Police swooped by the time the Boys was near me
 Go-Go fled cause the homie was kind of leery
 I wasn't sweating shit, cause they had nothing on me
 Bam looked bad, gave a name that was phony
 They peeped out the pager, said, "How much did it cost?
 By the way, MC Eiht, where's the dope you tossed?"
 "Me sell dope? Officer, I'm a rap singer
 Won't go down like the Compton gangbanger."
 They ran a warrant check, I must have had good luck
 But the homie who ran?
 Mmmm, One Time gaffled him up
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 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 Keep still boy. No need for static
 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 Keep still boy. No need for static
 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 Keep still boy. No need for static
 Get your ass in the car
 You're coming with us!
 (2 MC Eiht)
 Had a show to do on a Thursday night
 Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big White
 Loaded as fuck,
 bumping "The Cactus."
 I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
 Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
 Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good E.T
 Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
 Switching to another form about how he get paid
 Just then the Boys came behind the truck
 Tom looked out and said, "What the fuck?!?!"
 A motorcycle cop riding hard on the tip
 Had to clown his ass once, and said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.s!"
 Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I
 And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai
 Damn! (damn)
 Now it's time to get nervous
 Starey Clown caught back em, and they was fixing to serve us
 Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for names
 They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang I claim
 The fact that I'm black is the reason you jack me
 I've got to gang bang cause of the hat and khaki's
 If I was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
 He said, "Shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the County!"
 He was already late. The fools had they nerves
 To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
 Twas showt, shorter that showt. What can I say?
 "Keep on talking. Go ahead. Make my day
 He started to acting tough n' Chill thought he was bluffin
 But in a second or two, the Boys started the cuffin
 Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups
 No time for explanations. One Time gaffled us up
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 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 For when? For what?
 I ain't guilty!
 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 For when? For what?
 I ain't guilty!
 Get your ass in the car
 Ho hold it now
 For when? For what?
 I ain't guilty!
 Get your ass in the car
 You're coming with us!