busted

I got twenty grand in my pocket and, I'm riding round with my pockets crammed,
You the one that got the contraband, you smokin' that like you in Amsterdam,
Before I know it, I see them sirens, I'm pullin' over,
"Hey, we just ridin'!",
"Don't talk back, won't be no violence, just shut up and sit in your seat in silence",
Now the police is searching who,
they searching me and then they searching you,
They smell the breeze and you smell like trees,
cuz you hit the blunt, and you hit the purple too,
Now the lie is irreversible,
cuz you just told them we was riding clean,
They question you but they ain't question me yet,
I'm thinking the police ain't find a thing,
(Yup) Standing on the side of the freeway,
wishing they would just hurry up,
And I can see him walkin' up to me like he about put me up in 'em cuffs,
I turn around and I look at you,
and you turn away like you feelin' sick,
I'm going to jail for what I didn't commit,
I must admit that I hate a snitch...

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