Swervin

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now another FBI monitor with no feedback See me on the street, ask me "Where the weed at? Or the coke," "I don't sell", I yell – they don't believe that Set me up for running, breathin' like a Sleestak Run into a car and almost bent my knee back 'S better than the sale where my lawyers fee stack Run into a liquor store, they ask what you do Wearin' boo boo, I'm with my man M'duku The fact don't come through, I said "merci beaucoup" If they ask you was I runnin' – tell them bastards, I flew Made it to the hood palace to catch a few flicks Police did a raid, terrorizin' crew shit Bustin' dope-eatin' mommas while they makin' cool whip Face down, gettin' dirt on my back-to-school fit My neighbor next to me got black and blue lips When the fuse lit, you goin' see the view flip Kick our boot up they ass, ask 'em if the shoe fit 'Til then they wanna see us pushing up tulips Press my nuts so much, shit, I think I'm sterile Got up, brush the gravel off my appeal This girl, Sheryl, got parole violation Said she was high 'cause of pupil dilation If you never been to jail, now since infinity You'll get searched livin' in this vicinity Or harassed, beat the shit, I mean the living daylights Wouldn't be no dope slangin' if McDonald's paid right The ruling class ships dope to you and me And don't get arrested, is this lunacy? Or is it diplomatic immunity? Is it a war on drugs, or just my community? [Chorus] Now who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? This type o' shit get on my last nerve I think about in the car and it starts to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? This type o' shit get on my last nerve I think about in the car and it starts to swerve [Verse 2] I got a communist plot to get the Federalés out So many cops'd run in flock, it's been away 2Pac, you got a flake and two rocks and two Gs in the shoe box 'Cause was it after two knocks, you hurdled fences in your socks This is for la gente, keep it caliente Let's send the President on a one-way trip to Kaiser Permanente Not a teacher, but a sensei These rhymes are for battle, plus you gotta get the rent paid I bust a donut up in front of Winchell's Make this police state officials 'Cause they talk differential, now it's essential These rhymes ain't provincial Coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil That type a shit motivated my pencil It ain't mental, it's material Police are the fists of the imperial I'm spittin' through your stereo Babies need cereal, folks need currency My job got a crowd wavin' applications fervently Some'd get accepted, most'd get rejected Guess they goin' have to hustle 'til the new prison get erected And now they sully unemployment street They be microchips for two dollars a week And they'll be packin' us in there in droves and fleets And Channel 2 gon' call it "cleanin' up the street" [Chorus] Now who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? This type o' shit get on my last nerve I think about in the car and it starts to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? This type o' shit get on my last nerve I think about in the car and it starts to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? This type o' shit get on my last nerve I think about in the car and it starts to swerve