Verse 1
 
 Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
 the flyway hey bitch, you goin my way?
 Now I got a passenger
 I look at the miniskirt, now I'm askin her
 Would you like to hit the fat bud, 
 or perhaps should I run your name through the mud
 I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?
 She said no, well then get the fuck out 
 Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'
 plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' 
 Bust a U on the avenue
 why oh why there ain't shit to do
 But then sir jinx played his mix 
 and you thought that shit played out in eighty six 
 Lookin for my dogs 
 looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
 One time's on my motherfuckin line
 why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
 They must thind I'm a gee
 they both walk up with the g. l. o. c. 
 (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now 
 get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
 Started they investigation 
 no driver's liscence no registration
 When I stepped out the car they slammed me 
 goddamn ya'll who got the camera?
 
 Chorus
 Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
 Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
 who got the camera?
 (x2)
 
 
 Verse 2:
 
 No lights no camera no action
 and the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson
 He said don't lie to me
 I'm lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee
 The motherfucker called for back up
 I guess they planned to beat the mack up
 He called me a silly ass thug
 and pulled out his billy ass club
 Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic 
 goddamn nobody got a panasonic
 Found an empty can of old gold 
 came around and put my ass in a choke hold
 Fucked around and broke my pager
 then they hit a nigga with the tazer 
 the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me 
 I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy
 Then they hit me in the face ya'll 
 but to them it ain't nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)
 Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya
 Who got the camera
 
 Repeat Chorus
 
 Verse 3
 
 I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin' 
 that they were gonna put some work in
 Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw
 cause I called them faggots with guns and badges
 They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head 
 but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they'd be dead
 A victim of a big fat 187
 and little devils don't go to heaven 
 Last night there were eleven but they were'nt scarin me 
 so they tried the flashlight therapy
 I looked at the black one and called him a traitor 
 I don't give a fuck if you got a beta 
 Just take my fuckin picture 
 so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?)
 The one that called me a spook
 his name is officer David Duke 
 If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me
 tried to play me out like my name was rodney
 Fuckin police gettin badder
 but if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter
 (bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine
 Ya'll done did it this time, uh
 who the fuck got my nine