Low Class Conspiracy - Quasimoto, Madlib

Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what’s happening

Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen

Start to freestyle we be up on our way

Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray

Get on the freeway yo it’s after dark

I guess it always pulls up by the night

Letting all kinds of speed cars pass

Just so they can harass our black ass

Police pulling us over for no reason

Searching the car, like it’s nigga hunting season

Yeah, around asking about where’s the pound

Where’s the gun?

Are y’all niggaz on the run?

You got warrants?

Y’all niggaz ready for some informin'?

That’s how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'

Except it’s real life, like they rushing up your residence

Searching your crib, they can’t find no evidence

The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan

Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand

They all wanted me to drive the getaway car

I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain’t got no dough anyway

The strange plant they brought in my garage

They get large, then they gather the entourage

My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out

So much money you couldn’t even get that smell out

I got laced with thirty G’s to keep 'em freeze

Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze

Police talking about where’s the dead president

I said, «Fuck y’all, niggaz ain’t got no evidence»