Fabolous - Po Po (Ft Paul Cain & Nate Dogg) Lyrics

[Incomprehensible] 825, 26, 105 North Ave, 52
Alright, there, ah, buddy, license and registration
Uh, officer is there a problem, man, what's going on?
Yeah, I had a report of a UFO, what's that? Where the fuck is a UFO

An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
Alright, you know how fast you were going? Nah, not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over There smokin', buddy

Ju' keep your hands where I can fuckin' see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper, you know you got the toaster strudel
[Incomprehensible], alright
Yeah, I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers

Yo, yo, I wonder briefly
Could it be there's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me?
That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my ass
Should I get to pumpin' the brakes or mashin' on the gas?

I'm naturally harassed
And I feel like I'm getting punked but I don't see Ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has

For flashin' wit his badge and shining light in my face
Plus, he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fighting for my life, I'm fighting the case

And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
So, I pulled on a nigga, I mean, I pulled on the trigger figures

I go around the corner, what do I see?
Po Po's followin' me
Askin' for my ID, whose car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin' me

Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Trying to bring me down, when they come around
Po, Po's fuckin' with me

Awe shit man, the jakes are fucking with me again
They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen
Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
(License and registration sir)
Flash lights in my face, askin' for my registration and ID

I don't know the reason for the harassment and the questions they askin'
(Is this your car?)
Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin'
Or maybe it's my fault 'cause I be out all times at night
Doin' shit I know I shouldn't, plus, I don't be ridin' right

Smokin' lye, no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close 'cause foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up

Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10, years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire

One's for the money and two's for the show
Three must be for the motherfickin' Po, Po'
I've seen Ghetto Kings fall to the floor
'Cause they can't see ask [Incomprehensible]

Still some of y'all creepin' with the Po Po's
Sleepin' wit the Po Po's
Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's
I ain't fuckin' with the Po Po's, bitch

They gon' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
I'm back in the G-bent, black wit the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent

The way I ride, I know I'm in for a case
But the Coupe do 200, so, they in for a chase
When it come to lawyers, I got the man Puff uses
That's why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises

I got them hollow tips to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So, I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle

They probably wanna scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but it's cool, I got a coupe like a vest
And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
The slugs will bounce off like they hittin' superman's chest, nigga

I go around the corner, what do I see?
Po Po's followin' me
Askin' for my ID, whose car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin' me

Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Trying to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin' with me

Shit man, nigga ain't even do shit, man
Awe shit, he-here comes this dude right now
Alright buddy, unfortunately you came back straight
You and your buddy Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here

I don't wanna see you guys around here again, alright
Look take it from Larry, lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you around here again and by the way
I need an autograph for my kids, please, ah they love you, ah?