Po Po Lyrics - Fabolous

Alright there ah buddy license and registration 

Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on? 

Yeah I had a report of a UFO 

What's that? 

An unidentified Ferrari looking object 

Flying by me on the highway 

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 smoking buddy 

Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too 

I heard about you in the paper 

I know you got the toaster strudel 

In the trash bar or red box 

Or whatever they call that shit, alright? 

Yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers 

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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' with his badge 

And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right 

By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face 

And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' 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 reachin' for somethin' 

That looks like a pistol I guess, so I pulled on a nigga 

I mean I pulled on the trigger figures 

Photos 

I go around the corner what do I see? 

Po Po's followin' me 

Askin' for my ID who's 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 

Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around 

Po Po's fuckin' with me 

Aw, shit the jakes are fucking with me again 

They hate to see me rich 

They'd rather see me stuck in the pen 

Every time they walk or pull up beside me 

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', or the ice grills they get 

When I'm passin' or may be its 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 

Because 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 fifty descriptions 

And in ten 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 with me before I open fire 

Ones for the money and twos for the show 

Three must be for the motherfuckin' Po Po's 

I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor 

'Cause they can't see ask 

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 gone' 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 two hundred so they in for a chase 

When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses 

Thats 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 with you searching the vehicle 

They probably want to scoop an arrest 

I try to throw shots but its 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 who's car I'm drivin' 

Po Po's botherin' me 

Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs 

They don't wanna set me free 

Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around 

Po Po's fuckin' with me 

{Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit aw 

Shit 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 man 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 they love you eh?}