Go Fight Some Other Crime

Lyrics

[Intro] Alright yall hold on, nigga. Yeah yeah, just make a couple blocks man Roll... I already got somethin' rolled up, I got a dime, man, from the tre nigga That's that old school, you don't know nothing about that... West Coast... Cee-Mo! Ay, fire that up nigga. (Pretty good shit, right here) Oh shit, the laws nigga... Put it out, put it out! Ay where the spray? Put them Bans on Man, somebody farted or that was the coughee? Hey man, let me do all they talking. Man, it's cool. They know me Say man, put the weed up though. Put it out! Alright, shit, let me just pull over right here [Helicopter noises] Yo... [Hook] 'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee I'm minding my business, why is you trippin? Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride? I'm sipping coughee, won't you get up off me? Why don't you go fight some other crime? [Verse] Devin: What's the problem officer? Officer 1: Mr. Copeland, won't you step out the vehicle slowly Wipe that grin off your face, don't look at me like you know me The reason I stopped ya, wasn't cause of radar But my dog smelled marijuana from the inside of my car Devin: Aww man Officer 1: That must be some strong shit Devin: Your dog got the fragrance fucked up, that's coffee, you want a sip? Officer 1: Hell I sip coffee too, that ain't the way it smells Now just tell me where you got it from and you might not go to jail Devin: Man, go to jail? Man we going to the studio, we on the way man, we rapper man Officer 1: No, no see I see paper and cigars, where's the pipes and the bongs? You said you a rap singer, let me here one of those songs Devin: Ahhh...smoking that weed, feeling fine Got me a forty and a fat ass dime Officer 1: No, I don't think I heard that one before Devin: Odd Squad '94 Officer 1: Why don't you step back here with me. Close that door [Hook] 'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee I'm minding my business, why is you trippin? Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride? I'm sipping coughee, (Hey, why don't you go over there and check that boy on that passenger side?) won't you get up off me? Taking a brother down, why don't you go fight some other crime? [Verse 2] Why the fuck is he flashing the light in the passenger seat Asking me a bunch of bullshit, harassing me? I'm just a nigga trying squeeze a nickel out of a dollar Blowing a fatty with my partners flipping freestyles Officer 2: What's your name boy? Corey Mo, why you tripping? Officer 1: Hey, that boy got identification? Hell yeah, and if I didn't? You probably be a bitch and cuff us up either way Just to meet your monthly quota to get you a raise But I'mma chill and abide by your bullshit As long as you don't try to violate and pull shit All I want to do is sip a Swisher with my niggas And keep on coasting down rich, we minding our business Officer 2: Well, you don't look like a rich man to me, this street is ours We seldom see rims like that with the yellow stripe around the tires You just get your ass up out of the car and I will protect it (Officer 1: Watch out he might try to run!) And boy, don't you try to run from me [Hook] 'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee I'm minding my business, why is you trippin? Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride? I'm sipping coughee, (We need to check that car. Need to look up under them seats and see if anything in there) won't you get up off me? Taking a brother down, why don't you go fight some other crime? [Outro] Officer 1: Alright Mr. Copeland, you just come back here with me for a minute. You got anything you want to tell me? Devin: Man, why you pull me way back here by y'all shit? Man, hold up Officer 1: You gotta let me know who you got up there with you Devin: I don't know they names, I don't know their real names. I mean, in the front, that's C-Mo right there, C-Mo Officer 1: His driver's license says "Moore" Devin: Well, we just call him C-Mo Officer 1: Who in the back, back there? Devin: In the back? That's Assassin and Perfec', man they from California, we was just… Officer 1 (to Officer 2): Them 2 boys in the back, get them out the car! (Perfec' and Assassin) Shit! Damn, J, your L's straight? Put the weed in the stash, hold the gun too, hold the gun! Yeah, let me take the clip out this muhfucka man Hey man, you got your license? Yeah, my shit is cool man, but fuck, a nigga got a few tickets that he gotta to pay and shit, but shit, I'll be straight though, nigga we cool, we cool Damn, we finna go to jail over weed Bystanders: 40 ounces and shit Don't take them to jail nigga, go fight some other crime!