There's an intruder
In my house
He cut my phone-lines
Can't dial out
I scream for police
But I doubt
They're gonna hear me
When I shout

A couple of cocktails have sent me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a doberman pincher and a pitbull in the seat
These pigs 'll get bit fooling with me
Quit fooling with me
Bitch, you're gonna see
No pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta be an issue when you're me
And which you're gonna see in the long run
I'ma be the wrong one
Wanna herass with this lymutinic class
Flashin' that flash-light on my ass where was you at
Last night when the mass hoes 
Ran up on my grass
Rapper slash actor
Kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm posed to fight with bear palms?
Yeah right
They coming with bombs, I'm comin with flare-guns
We as americans

**We as a Americans
Us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves
Look at our shit has been
We better check ourselves
Livin up in these streets
Through worse and through better health
Surviving by any means 
We as Americans
Us as a citizen
We are cemeritans
What do we get us in
We better check ourselves
Look at our shit has been
Take a look where you live
This is America 
And we are Americans**

Im'a make Vuku bucks
Wearin Vuku vests
Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex
I could've been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest
But you know who
Whith a nest tatooed to my chest
But I've innested
Now I got the Industry pissy
Eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty it's funny
We got a bus spreading quicker than making paper-airplanes out of a twenty
Fuck money I don't grab the dead presidents
I'd rather see the president dead
It's never been said 
But I said precedents understanders
And they can't stand it
My name should've been bastard
The shit should've been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp
I should've been blasted
I should've been had a cap pulled in my ass
But I'm too swift and fast 
For that one bastard
I'm too old to and cruise grass shit
Fuck that shit
I done seen a fastest rap shit
And turning into some pap-pap shit
That quick 
Snap click
But this time they got fucking auto-ma-tic
(jamaican) and no one gon' test this mon
Clack

**Chorus**

(SSHHH)
I got a secret if you can keep it between us
I tuck two meaners under my jeans either side of my penis
Under my Long Johns 
Under my Sean Johns
When running with the long arm or the long long gone
I'ma do five years or less than that
No questions asked
It might be a good idea to stop right here
And quit while I'm ahead
Already in the red
Already got a steady infrared nipped on my head
I'm talking on my back
Bigger problems than that
Bin Laden on my ass
He probly gone send a task
I ain't gone even ask
They ain't gone let me pack
They ain't gone gimme my semi but I got my Whizz at

**Chorus**