Spose and Cam Groves - Run lyrics

[Verse 1] Heyo, drop the blunt, jump the fence Toss the lighter quick or that sh** will become evidence We'll get nabbed, thrown in detox Cops rolling up, like joints Stash the baggy in my Reeboks, zoinks! Ghost's face red already, there's no sun I'm winded too, man, but f** it, we gotta run! Deuce misdemeanors done took me to the cleaners Cops is the meanest, Lorena Bobbitt off your penis Run if you're black, or white like dandruff Be scared of any motherf**er holding handcuffs Pants sagging off my tushes, hop in the bushes Too many brushes with the law got me hustling Pushing my body to the physical max 'Cause I don't want to get charged with some criminal act There's no peace living here with these police I'm running down whole streets, f**, I gotta go pee Can't stop, I'll get arrested Get locked up and go six months without (seeing my damn girl's breastses) Run! You'd rather get cuffed, fingerprinted? I'm sprinting like Homer Simpson with a doughnut in his vision Run! Or be a big, bad f*ggot In a jumpsuit the color of a Zigzag package, so [Chorus: Spose, (Ghost), {Both}] {Run!} If the po-peezy in the shadows {Run!} (If you spot Fahey or Battle) {Run! Don't be dumb, cops are scum They're handing out summonses by the tons Run!} If it meant he wouldn't get a trial I bet even Biggie Smalls would a four-minute mile, so {Run!} Hop benches, jump over fences When you see me coming, get the f** out the entrance {Run!} f** that, I'm done, f** that Spose, motherf**er [Ghost] It's wacked-out Wednesday, the cops is in the rear-view That's how it goes when Spose ain't got nowhere to steer to Twenty-sacks to sell, I'm ballin' like Ca**ell Taking shots of Grey Goose getting loose while I puff Ls Weighing up these bags for f*gs that'll pay anything Short 'em on a sack and these cats won't say anything They ain't getting wise 'cause these guys will get choked out Tried to get his money back, I smacked and then he broke out Now I can't get rid of the smoke But I know these cops won't catch us, this Barney 5 sh**'s a joke Down shifting on 'em 'cause I got weed on me Smelly, green bud without any seeds on me Chasing like I'm big time, holding keys on me But I gotta keep going 'cause they gaining speed on me It's hard for me to slow down, I wanna see a new day IMing my chick right quick from Mugs' two-way Use my shoelaces as a belt so pants stay If they catch me they gonna give me a fine that I can't pay Now we bailing from the whip, Spose wants to try that But I'm overweight so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at But they mad close, they just wanna nab Ghost Hope they don't pop off a shot or two 'Cause run's what I gotta do [Chorus: Spose, (Ghost), {Both}] {Run!} If the po-peezy in the shadows {Run!} (If you spot Fahey or Battle) {Run! Don't be dumb, cops are scum They're handing out summonses by the tons Run!} If it meant he wouldn't get a trial I bet even Biggie Smalls would a four-minute mile, so {Run!} Hop benches, jump over fences When you see me coming, get the f** out the entrance {Run!} f** that, I'm done, f** that Spose, motherf**er [Jim Brown voicemail outro]