Hollar

[Intro: Kriminul]
Uh, yeah, yeah. This joint right here goes out to my people in their hot whips
Getting pulled over and harassed by the 5-0
Coppers, pigs, know what I'm saying? Prehistoric ???

[Verse 1: Kriminul]
Yo, on the FDR, sirens pull us over to the shoulder
In my man's Rover, asking stupid questions like do we know the
Speed limit, where we coming from and where we heading
What do you do for a living, and do you mind stepping
Out of the vehicle for a minute while we search you?
I try to remember to have patience, that's a virtue
Prefer to use my right to remain silent
But let's face it, at this time it's hard to be compliant, yo
So here I am looking this pale face in the eyes
Asked, "Where's the probable cause?"
Did we disobey any laws?
And if so, commence to issuing the ticket of course, by all means
But as for all this extra dialogue, we don't need
We all bleed, even with a gun and a badge
Continued to search my pockets only to find the hundreds I stashed
He started to laugh, inquiring where I'd got all the cash
Told him I rap for the dough
Though that's information you don't really need to know

[Hook: James Ramsey]
Why you stressing me, wasting all my time?
Time is money, while you're searching through my ride
Cause I was cruising, minding my business
What do I do when, you make me wanna hollar

[Verse 2: Kriminul]
He raised his voice, speaking louder with his hand on his night stick
Thoughts of Abner Louima flashed through my head right quick
And sodomy is not the thought that I'd like to entertain
Yo officer, what's up with the abusive language, could you refrain?
He told me, "Ya'll could never change, ya'll will always be the same"
I said, "I guess that's one of the reasons why ya'll shoot before ya'll aim"
And the same fucking reason why we wild and can never be tamed
And be ready to go out like Larry Davis and put a hot one up in your brain
Cause, 41 rounds on Diallo, that shit was like the same
And got the nerve to call this place land of the free and home of the brave
More like, home of the slave
That's why ya'll pulled over the Range
To see two black men in an expensive car, to ya'll is strange
He told me to be quiet, continued searching through my pockets
Face down on the floor, trying to torment me some more
Asking the question, "Do ya'll sell drugs?", I didn't respond
Is this the part where ya'll shoot me, like Patrick Dorismond?
But it don't correspond with respect and courtesy
And I suppose Anthony Baez was choked inadvertently
Certainly, ya'll don't expect me to ever turn my back on ya'll
He replied, "I'm only doing my job", and then received a call
Talking under his breath, he turned and said we free to go
And for the whole ordeal, he still ain't give a reason though
Fuck ya'll, I say it from my heart, you can best believe it bro
It ain't a crime to say what's on your mind, and let your feelings show

[Hook: James Ramsey]
What do you want from me, let me live my life
Who do you think you are to violate my rights?
Cause I was cruising, minding my business
What do I do when, you make me wanna hollar
Why you stressing me, wasting all my time?
Time is money, while you're searching through my ride
Cause I was cruising, minding my business
What do I do when, you make me wanna hollar

[Verse 3: James Ramsey]
I'd be wrong if I went up in the back of the Ac', pulled out the gat and let it go clack-clack
But we won't stoop to your level, no
All about the peace and getting dough
Why you want to interrupt my flow
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
I'm just doing my own, thing, yeah
I don't really care what you think about me
Cause I don't give a fuck about you either
You make me wanna hollar
You make me wanna hollar
I'm sick and tired of the, of the bullshit you do