No Sell Out - Common
With my guy in the box chevy He got a job, used to move rock steady Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy Nigga driving like he the black Tom Petty All fast, extra tender on the glass Way past the limit when we was pass [?] (Woop-woop) We heard sirens Swear I never liked police better than the firemen Here they come harassing us [?] Maybe cause the car looking like a tepee Easy easy easy, they approached us Hand by their holsters, close to their toasters Us against them man, that's the culture Try to look sober before they get close to The window, hoping that the wind blow The smell away, [?], don't need a fel-uh-nay Asking my guy for his license Damn fam, you ain't got a license? At least for the weed he got a license They shining the light right through my iris Got us out the car, put us on the curb Going through the car looking for the herb Must've found something because he acting all awry Found a pound stashed in the laundry Then they started asking whose was it Split us up so they can ask more questions Am I the buyer? Am I the supplier? Am I rich? Do I have many buyers? Once they realized that they couldn't move an inch us That's when they divide and try to Willie Lynch us Said that my guy said it was my shit Oh I'mma fall for that [?] shit? C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment Exercise my right to stay silent Smoking Bob Marley but I ain't gonna well out Or sing to the cops man, no sell out
Artist: Common
Title: No Sell Out