Tik Tok (Made Famous by Kesha)

Officer - The Pharcyde

Written by：James Boxle

Yo fat lip man

Yo man they trying to run a 50 move on us man

Yo man

You got to tell the suckers what's up boy

Yeah ha ha

I got a letter from the dmv

The other day

I opened and read it

It said they were suckers

They tried to tell me that my license was suspended

I got offended

For a minute then pretended

That I never even got the damn letter

It's nine o'clock

On the dot

So I think I'd better

Scoot off to school

Cause in class there's a test

I gotta dress fast

Grab my glasses and my vest

Oh damn

As hardheaded as I am

Hopped in my hootie ride

Pumped up the jam

Put it in reverse

Into first

And disperse and

From that very moment on my day got worse

As I was standing in the street

I suddenly seen the smoke

I know that Derek's on his way

I ran to get my coat

And a bag from the room

It took a minute boom

Hopped into the car

We drove away in a zoom

I assume doom

As we were driving on the gravel

At any given minute we could have a shortened travel

So I ramble

About my life is that's a shambles

Should'a took the bus

A bus without the silence horses

Oh nice

I wish we had good bikes

We need to exercise

Maybe we could take a hike

An' you could give Sheri back those car keys

Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

Please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Away

To our destination

No license no insurance

Not even registration

Tags on the plate say December 82

Car's so dirty it looks gray

But it's really blue

Who would

Think we're up to good

Four black niggards riding through the neighborhood

In hats and glasses

Making funny passes

Like driving slowly

Playing low key for asses

Knowing damn well one shine will harass us

And all the while

We see girls jog

Sheri's little car is pouring out smog

They made right and fly away to goats

You live with your homeboys yeah I live with my

Homeboys that's where you're taking me to your house

Where your homeboys are I mean but they're not

Home you ain't got your own crib naw I ain't got

Lights action without the camaraderie greens

And high beams two to a teethe blue coat billy goats

Are crowding up my rearviewhot on the trail of

An innocent being my heartbeat is racing at a pace so fast

I'm wishing that the coppers would get off my ass

My tail can't go to jail cause it's wack

What would happen to my girl and my record contract

Yo fellas what

Take off the baseball caps

Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped

And throw on the glasses and give up the tees

Oh please don't pull me over officer please

I'm discomboberated what

Discomboberated what

Discomboberated malfunctionated faded

F a d e d

I can't believe it's me

Oh please

Oh please

Oh please

Oh please

Oh

Please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please

Don't pull me over Mr officer

Don't pull me over Mr officer please