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.:Every CARSTOP:.

Who me? Let�s see...
I�m reviewing the whole bit
Can�t believe what I�m seeing. The whole block lit
Mr. Man... Look here son
ain�t got time for
none of it

But I know, you can�t quit �you got the shield
That�s why you saying I made a failure to yield
So what Mr. Man, got My Turbo in the field
My cases been closed and you know they sealed
Once again I guess I have to appeal...Knowing
Jokers like you, they just looking to steal
Me on the left...Doing a righty?
I�d have to say that�s a bit unsightly
Far as me that�s just too unlikely
Look here - like you I do this nightly

My coupe rides - glides; well equipped
Naw, I ain�t Justin, I know how to trip
Sling back. Then just let her rip
See, I know the score. Including the �what for�
Stretched out highway it�s raw for sure
I�ve done the tour; I know your sore
I�m the All Knowing about how to get more

But y�all Law Enforcement probably heard my pipes
Jealous kinda fellas; I heard it from Snipes
Been on my case ever since I landed
Calling me every name including The Bandit
Equitable Justice, yeah I demand it
Yours for sure, naw I can�t stand it

All the time wishing to give me a fine
Creeping my coupe all the damn time
Look, what I do is what I rhyme
Car search? What y�all gonna find?
I�ll tell you go ahead. I ain�t gotta do The Grind
I�m legal Dirty Harry, this thing�s all mine.
Trigger on...squeezes real fine

You playin yourself so don�t waste our time
You ain�t got more so admit you�re blind
If you say you do, I know you lying
Just follow me to The Club grab a
coke; I�m buying