Low Class Conspiracy

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ayy
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
 Hello cars, what really done?
 Hello little piggies, be tryin' to run
 Ayo, we headed to a party to go see what's happening
 Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappin'
 Start to freestyle we be up on our way
 Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that spray
 Get on the freeway yo, it's after dark
 Gets is always on the bypass
 Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
 Just so they can harass our black asses
 Police pulling us over for no reason
 Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
 Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
 Where's the gun, are y'all niggaz on the run?
 You got warrants? Y'all niggas ready for some informin'?
 That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
 Except it's real life, like they're rushing up your residence
 Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
 Man this stuff is making me mad man
 That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more
 Aye man, it sucks, saying about something
 I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day, man
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 The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
 Kick brands off the man so our whole crew could expand
 They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
 I was like "Fuck it 'cause I ain't got no dough anyway"
 They started to plant in my garage
 They get large and they gather the entourage
 My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
 So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
 I got laced with thirty Gs to keep it frees
 Plus a nigga ratted so 5-0s on a breeze (fuck)
 Police talking about where's the dead president
 I said fuck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence
 
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ayy
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
 Hello cars, what really done?
 Hello little piggies, be tryin' to run
 Ayo, we headed to a party to go see what's happening
 Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappin'
 Start to freestyle we be up on our way
 Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that spray
 Get on the freeway yo, it's after dark
 Gets is always on the bypass
 Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
 Just so they can harass our black asses
 Police pulling us over for no reason
 Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
 Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
 Where's the gun, are y'all niggaz on the run?
 You got warrants? Y'all niggas ready for some informin'?
 That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
 Except it's real life, like they're rushing up your residence
 Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
 Man this stuff is making me mad man
 That's what I'm sayin', I ain't trippin' no more
 Aye man, it sucks, saying about something
 I'm tired of these pigs harassing us every day, man
 ♪
 The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
 Kick brands off the man so our whole crew could expand
 They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
 I was like "Fuck it 'cause I ain't got no dough anyway"
 They started to plant in my garage
 They get large and they gather the entourage
 My niggas straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
 So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
 I got laced with thirty Gs to keep it frees
 Plus a nigga ratted so 5-0s on a breeze (fuck)
 Police talking about where's the dead president
 I said fuck y'all, niggas ain't got no evidence