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    Officer
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      Lyrics for The Pharcyde - "Officer"

      Yo fat lip man
      Yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
      Yo man
      You got to tell the suckers what's up boy
      Yeah ha-ha

      I got a letter from the DMV
      The other day
      I opened and read it
      It said they were suckers
      They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
      I got offended
      For a minute then pretended
      That I never even got the damn letter
      It's nine o'clock
      On the dot
      So I think I'd better
      Scoot off to school
      'cause in class there's a test
      I gotta dress fast
      Grab my glasses and my vest
      Oh damn
      As hardheaded as I am
      Hopped in my hootie ride
      Pumped up the jam
      Put it in reverse
      Into first
      And disperse and
      From that very moment on my day got worse

      As I was standing in the street
      I suddenly seen the smoke
      I know that Derek's on his way
      I ran to get my coat
      And a bag from the room
      It took a minute, boom
      Hopped into the car
      We drove away in a zoom
      I assume doom
      As we were drivin' on the gravel
      At any given minute we could have a shortened travel
      So I ramble
      About my life (is that's a) shambles
      Should of took the bus
      A bus without the (silence horses)
      Oh nice
      I wish we had good bikes
      We need to exercise
      Maybe we could take a hike
      An' you could give Sheri back those car keys
      Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

      [Repeat: x4]
      Please
      Don't pull me over Mr. officer
      Don't pull me over Mr. officer please

      Away
      To our destination
      No license no insurance
      Not even registration
      Tags on the plate say December '82
      Car's so dirty it looks gray
      But it's really blue
      Who would
      Think we're up to good
      Four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood
      In hats and glasses
      Makin' funny passes
      Like drivin' slowly
      Playin' low-key for asses
      Knowin' damn well one shine will harass us
      And all the while
      We see girls jog
      Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
      Then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh)
      (yo baby what's up, pull over)

      (you live with your homeboys? Yeah I live with my
      Homeboys, that's where you're takin' me to your house
      Where your homeboys are? I mean but they're not
      Home, you ain't got your own crib? naw I ain't got)
      (5-0 man, 5-0)

      Lights, action
      Without the camera
      Side-greens and high beams
      Two to a tee
      The blue coat billy goats are crowding up my rear view
      Hot on the trail of an innocent being
      My heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
      I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
      My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
      What would happen to my girl and my record contract
      Yo fellas (what)
      Take off the baseball caps
      Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
      And throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
      Oh please don't pull me over officer please
      I'm discombobulated (what)
      Discombobulated (what)
      Discombobulated malfunctionated faded
      F-a-d-e-d
      I can't believe it's me
      Oh please
      Oh please
      Oh please
      Oh please
      Oh

      [Repeat: x4]
      Please
      Don't pull me over Mr. officer
      Don't pull me over Mr. officer please

      (you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have
      Ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
      A break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man, OK so, so
      Nobody has a license? OK uh, how're you gonna accuse
      Me of doin' something dude, yeah you guys are definitely
      Goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right
      Over here um, we're getting pulled over we're going to jail)

      SONGWRITERS:
      Hardson, Trevant Jermaine / Stewart, Derrick Lemel / Robinson, Romye / Wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashan / Martinez, John / Ridenhour, Carlton Douglas / Sadler, Eric / Shocklee, Hank / Drayton, William
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