Get The F--k Outta Dodge

Album: Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black (1991)
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  • I was wheelin' wit' the boom in the back
    The treble was level, I like it like that
    I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'
    At 5-O looked and said, "Hold it"

    And I stopped still, I never got ill
    'Cause my license was clean an I showed
    A peace powwow, instead of pow pow
    I'm straight up and I'm straight, so how you like me now

    But I know how you do, you're straight from Babylon
    But I know how you do, you're straight from Babylon
    They said, ?Turn it down? 'cause it's a new law
    You never seen us before but we're raw like a war

    They warned me once, they warned me twice
    So I knew I was warned they had it goin' on
    I got the fuck outta Dodge wit' my Bronco
    A 60 miles an hour, 50 miles to go

    And I be pumpin' the sound drownin' out the cars
    Which tape should I rock, L.L.'s or R.A.'s?
    I'm in the streets of New York, go away
    I pop in my cool G Rap 'n' Polo tape

    And they was at it again, sirens in the air
    Ah sh**, so I'm outta here
    But the blue in the front called the blue in the back
    They cut me off and stopped me dead in my tracks

    But this is minimal, I'm not a criminal
    I always did what I did because I'm not a kid
    And I looked around, they stared me down
    Told me what I did, I ain't wit' it

    'Cause word around town was a stickup
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, be-boy nigga in a pickup
    But I was jeepin' and creepin', just a keepin'
    It down sound, here we go the run around

    I'm blamin' me for the hardcore roar
    But they the ones wit' the 44's
    I'm just coolin' I know the beat is rulin'
    Too loud for the crowd the bass is large, yeah

    So I'll get the fuck outta Dodge
    That's right y'all, el commando
    El commando you're in demand-o

    Sgt. Hawkes and I'm down wit' the cop scene
    I'm a rookie and I'm rollin' wit' a swat team
    Packin' a nine, can't wait to use it
    Crooked cop yeah, that's my music

    Up against the wall don't gimme no lip son
    A bank is robbed and you fit the description
    And I ain't your mama and I ain't your pops
    Keep your music down or you might get shot

    This is a warning so watch your tail
    Or I'm a have to put your ass in jail
    I'm the police and I'm in charge
    You don't like it, get the fuck outta Dodge Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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