Down Dirty

I’m going downtown with the boys in blue
And I’ll be locked up for a day or two
They got my wheels stashed in the parking lot
Two hundred fifty bones to pick the lock
They gave me one call to get some cash
I don’t give a fuck, dialed up some ass
I spent the night there and the rent was cheap
Best damn sleep that I got in a week
Yeah
It took them thirty five minutes but he’s out the door
Sack of weed from the mailman, ?? pine on the floor
And I’ve been sitting here waiting in my whip like a chore
Cause it’s 96 degrees, I need to go to the store
Cop a mickeys for a forty, then I chill on the porch
On my way to Zip’s ??, I find a problem of sorts
Pig in the back with the whoop whoop, one time
Just pulled me over and it’s bound to be a fun time
I’m low down dirty
I’m downright, downright
Low down dirty
I’m downright, downright
Low down dirty
I’m downright, downright
Low down dirty
Yo check it out, this is scene two
I’m definitely being cool
But even a good cop is being mean too
I’m being polite as hell
Answering questions with the: «yes sir, yes sir, well?»
I know he can’t check the whip without permission
But he’s all over me like a UFC submission
Got my face grinded in his brand new paint job
This bitch is on a mission and this pig just can’t stop
Clickity-clack, what’s that behind my back?
Yeah I know what this is, I shouldn’t even ask
«You're going downtown, watch your head, have a seat»
«Ah fuck it, might as well, I ain’t got nowhere else to be!»
Hah!
Let it ride out