Who Got The Camera?

Verse 1

Drivin down the motherfkin highway
the flyway hey b*tch, 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 fk out
Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'
plus your fat as* got my six-deuce leanin'
Bust a U on the avenue
why oh why there ain't s**t to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
and you thought that s**t played out in eighty six
Lookin for my dogs
looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfkin line
why the fk the swine had to get behind a nigg* 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 nigg*r 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
godd*mn 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 motherfker called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly as* thug
and pulled out his billy as* club
Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic
godd*mn nobody got a panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
came around and put my as* in a choke hold
fked around and broke my pager
then they hit a nigg* with the tazer
the motherfking 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 godd*mn 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 f*gg*ts 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 fk if you got a beta
Just take my fkin picture
so I can go downtown and b*tch 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
fkin police gettin badder
but if I had a camera the s**t wouldn't matter
(b*tch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine
Ya'll done did it this time, uh
who the fk got my nine