Low Class Conspiracy (Quasimoto)

Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen Start to freestyle we be up on our way Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray Get on the freeway yo it's after dark I guess it always pulls up by the night Letting all kinds of speed cars pass Just so they can harass our black ass 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 niggaz ready for some informin'? That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin' Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand They all wanted me to drive the getaway car I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway The strange plant they brought in my garage They get large, then they gather the entourage My niggaz 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 G's to keep 'em freeze Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze Police talking about where's the dead president I said, "Fuck y'all, niggaz ain't got no evidence"