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You're Under Arrest (Serge Gainsbourg) · You're Under Arrest (Miles Davis) · You're Under Arrest (Serge Gainsbourg) · Cardiac Arrest (Bad Suns) · Cardiac Arrest (Queen) · Cardiac Arrest/We All Know Who We Are (Cameo) · House Arrest, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cardiac Arrest (Cameo) · House Arrest/Lover Boy (Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti) · Cardiac Arrest (Bad Suns) – and 90 other albums »


Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said my man J.D. is on free base
The boy J.D. was a friend
said shit

"Who do u think you are Mr. big stuff"
"Rock this muthafucka like the hard 3 tha hard way"

I'm rollin' hard, now under control
Then
rock on)
We keep going

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed
Yeah, for the world
Keep going so that
Yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can
Yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can
Yo, you can rock
the headline and the town was shocked

The driver was clutching a can of Hi see
His jacket was tied to a near by tree
His jeans had dye in them and an usual
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
the fools kept steppin
jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play (play)
pumpin new shit by
drinking
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get
Hahaha, yeah
Super, this is super, yeah

A "100 Miles and Runnin" on the block cause I'm wanted
The cops try to say I'm under arrest for nuttin
flyin' 
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin' 

Finally the cops come dumb to the slum 
Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one 
Wax all the Puerto
by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my
by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my
now) Blow it down hooker bounce
Come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out
by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my
the crew gets blessed
Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest
I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed
I rotate grills or analogs at best
It's
took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione

[Scarface]
My nigga J-D you know he down wit us
Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us
Cash Money Millionaires Is
[Bizarre]
Put y'all guns down, y'all niggas is under arrest 
What would a nigga named Les that's a child molest 
Who want to confess about the black
shit 
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics 
So when you hear it you can feel it 
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit 
No
A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do
a drive by on my enemies
like Mary J. you're all I need 
when I'm in jail the kind of hoe
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
No interference we
It’s all gonna happen again
Everyone's still under arrest
Even the cops, army

I couldn't change your life but I wanted to
I wanted you to hear
her
On top of that the I the are the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under
A warrant, for the arrest of a militant menace
Who serve heads like tennis with words that diminish
Bust the scrimmage, I call the high post play
Dish off
rhymes like Biz to the tent
I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
And I don't have to sing to send these