Teksty: Lucky Boys Confusion. Throwing The Game. 40/80.

Well, it was Friday night last week we got pulled over with an O
53 and Ogden by a condescending po

Tried to fill his quota book

Stopped us no reason just the way we look

We would not let him search the car he said he'd call his dogs

But we were not worried cause

It was under 30 grams of 40/80 shit

Costly, it was good bud though, I admit

But I don't wanna be a part of it

I will not give in

We must change from within? the system

They call us hopeless dreamers

They don't know what we are

Imposing their ancient values

I wonder if they care, I wonder if they care

Then they pulled us out of Cockboy's Caddy?"Hands on the hood!"

But the piggies didn't find it cause we hid it so good


Pat down I knew he had a wood

Touching me only where my girl should

Yeah, to fuck with the system you need much wisdom

But first, but first you gotta work with them

Probable cause has definite flaws

It's up to us to change the laws

Your word against mine is your policy

Now, show me where's the legality

When you use your authority

To just instill fear in me

What's up with your power trip?

It was later on that night before they finally let us go

Off to the donut shop and then we blazed half that O

So tough with your fake authority

Some day you'll learn you're the same as me