https://youtube.com/watch?v=0YdLT0rL6L4
The year is '94, and my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror, it's the motherfucking law
Got two choices, y'all, pull over the car orrrr
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
I heard,

> "Son, do you know what I'm stopping you for?"

"'Cause I'm young, and I'm black and my hat's real low?
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest, or should I guess some more?"

>"Well, you was doing '55 in a '54 (uh-uh)
License and registration and step out of the car Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"...

"I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit"

>"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"

"Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that"

">Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something?"

"I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit"

>"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son.
I got 99 problems, and a BITCH ain't one.