Late 808

Dear, Mr. Policeman

Ay am I wrong, ain’t you suppose to keep the peace man?

I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peaceful

So why the hell is you pulling over me fo’?

Is it this black Mercedes?

Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it

Or cause I’m Black, hmmm maybe?

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

And I hold my breath every time that you get behind me

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me