Low Class Conspiracy

歌詞

[Quasimoto] Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see whats happening Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen Start to freestyle we be up on our way Finish up the blunt [Madlib] Somebody pass me that tray [Quasimoto] Get on the freeway yo its after dark Letting all kinds of speed cars pass Just so they can harass our black asses The 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 ready for some informin'? That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin' Except it's real life, rushing up your residence Searching your crib, man they can't find no evidence [Quasimoto] The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan Kick brands so the whole crew could expand They all wanted me to drive the getaway car I was like fuck it, I ain't got no dough anyway They started to plant in my garage As they get large Start to gather the entourage My niggaz straight hit the bank With so much money you couldn't even get that smell out I got laced with thirty G's To keep it free's Plus a nigga ratted so far on a breeze Police talking about where's the dead president I said fuck y'all, y'all ain't got no evidence