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Miranda Rights
m.smith
1. Whenever I’m stylin they always profiling scopin my ride wantin to look inside
Sayin whats in yo trunk sides some dead ass punk that we found on tha street you know his ass got beat
They wanna catch me with intent it’s plain to see and evident
Five oh comes rollin one at a time who is tha sucka that dropped the dime
He betta hope he’s a sucka that I never find so you’re readin me Miranda but I don’t understand ya
2. So I just saw a squad car makin tha block the cops know who we are they think we slingin tha rock
Bright lights in my eyes while they tellin cop lies it’s tha fuckin PD who we despise
What’s tha matter cop have some donuts and coffee cut that talkin smack off and get tha hell up off me
Why don’t you go somewhere and fight some crime and stay the fuck away and the hell of mine but your readin me Miranda but I don’t understand ya
3. Feel like Im on a farm cause it smells like bacon doin nothing but harm with the measures they takin
I panhandled tha police and bought me a dub they good for something at least I hit em with my night club
If you’re hittin a lick betta not be slippin cause that cop is a dick man he’s always trippin
Blue suit with a badge he shoots to kill never takin time to find out what’s real so you’re readin me Miranda but I don’t understand ya
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