Two in the mornin', police knockin' at my door, what for? Never know the reasons they be comin' packin' And then they're comin' through I tell them he just kick down my door Even though I'm on the floor with a gun to my head All the reason that I'm holdin' all the trees And I gotta a lot a weed, they be spottin' me with infa-red In the mood and I'm, "Who the hell is you?" Still they comin' through, holdin' up the innocent, yeah Three in the mornin' in the cell, you'll get harra**ed by the man Call my girl, baby comin' just as quick as she can With the money for the case, we're gonna make it alright Even though my weed and money could afford it tonight And leave the case to detonate inside the place when I'm gone Tellin' all the places, yo, I ought to handle all this alone I say somethin' wrong? Wait, who the hell is you? Aw, you comin' through, holdin' up them innocent, yeah Four in the mornin', police knockin' at my door, what for? Bet I know the reasons he comin' back and And then they comin' through I tell them, "He just kicked down my door" Even though I'm on the floor with a gun to my head And all the reason that I'm holdin' all the trees And I gotta a lot a weed, they be spottin' me with infa-red In the mood singin', "Who the hell is you?" Oh, you comin' through, holdin' up the innocent, yeah