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Alright there ah buddy license and registration
Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on?
Yeah I had a report of a UFO
What's that?
An unidentified Ferrari looking object
Flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
Because my radar is over there smoking buddy
Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper
I know you got the toaster strudel
In the trash bar or red box
Or whatever they call that shit, alright?
Yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers
I wonder briefly, could it be there's no roof above me
Or the 22's underneath me

That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my ass
Should I get to pumpin' the brakes or mashin' on the gas?
I'm naturally harassed, and I feel like I'm getting punked
But I don't see Ashton in the grass, nor is there a camera
Stashed into the dash, it's a guy in a uniform
And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge
And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right
By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' the case
And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reachin' for somethin'
That looks like a pistol I guess, so I pulled on a nigga
I mean I pulled on the trigger figures
I go around the corner what do I see?
Po Po's followin' me
Askin' for my ID who's car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin' me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin' with me
Aw, shit the jakes are fucking with me again
They hate to see me rich
They'd rather see me stuck in the pen
Every time they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face
Askin' for my registration and ID
I don't know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they askin', or the ice grills they get
When I'm passin' or may be its my fault
'Cause I be out all times at night
Doin' shit I know I shouldn't
Plus I don't be ridin' right
Smokin' lye no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and
I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close
Because foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift
Because Po's wanna frisk me up
Since '94 I've been told on by fifty descriptions
And in ten years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired they got one more time
To fuck with me before I open fire
Ones for the money and twos for the show
Three must be for the motherfuckin' Po Po's
I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
'Cause they can't see ask
Still some of y'all creepin' with the Po Po's
Sleepin' wit the Po Po's
Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's
I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's
Bitch they gone' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct, I'm back in the G Bent
Black wit the pre tint, Vanilla aroma to cover the back
With the tree scent, the way I ride I know I'm in for a case
But the coupe do two hundred so they in for a chase
When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I don't have a problem with you searching the vehicle
They probably want to scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a Coupe like a vest
And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
The slugs will bounce off like they hittin' Superman's chest, nigga
I go around the corner what do I see?
Po Po's followin me
Askin' for my ID who's car I'm drivin'
Po Po's botherin' me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Tryin' to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin' with me
{Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit aw
Shit here comes this dude right now
Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight
You and your buddy, Scain scholar get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright
Look take it from Larry Lock the rapper man get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you around here again and by the way
I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?}

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John David Jackson (born November 18, 1977 in Brooklyn, New York), better known by his stage name Fabolous, is a Grammy award nominated American rapper, actor and designer signed to Def Jam Records. He released his debut album, Ghetto Fabolous in 2001 and has since released 2003's Street Dreams, 2004's Real Talk and 2007's From Nothin' To Somethin', all of which have collectively sold over four million copies in the United States. His fourth studio album, Loso's Way, was released in July of 2009 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart.

It takes talent to make the struggle to succeed seem effortless, but that is the gift that separates artists like Brooklyn's John Jackson, aka Fabolous, from the everyday MC. While most rappers spend more and more time convincing the masses of their "hustle," Fabolous lets his work speak for his effort. With two platinum albums (2001's Ghetto Fabolous and 2003's Street Dreams) and one Gold (2004's Real Talk) to his credit, the veteran hitmaker still exudes a rookie-of-the year swagger. After recording for both Elektra and Atlantic Records, Fab is enjoying a home coming with the legendary Def Jam label. His first recorded song was "If They Want It" from DJ Clue's The Professional, which was released by Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam in 1998.

"I had people in my corner already over there," Fab says of DJ Clue and A&R Skane, the Desert Storm duo who discovered Fabolous. "So it wasn't like I was coming to a new neighborhood."

While he doesn't site any one reason for his move, Fabolous has learned a lot from his time in the industry and is eager to capitalize on his experience. "I haven't peaked yet," he explains. "I was happy with the past records, but I have some adversity to learn off of for the future."

It's appropriate that Fabolous is getting a fresh start for his latest release because he wants From Nothin' to Somethin' to be a rebirth for his fans old and new. "Everybody is trying to take what they have and make something more," says Fabolous, explaining the album's title. "It's a new year, everybody's on their hustle, back in the gym and I'm trying to give them some inspiration. This is music to chase your money too, work out--motivation music.

The first single "Make Me Better" is produced by Grammy Award winning producer Timbaland and finds Fabolous doing what he does best; blending radio ready sound beds with clever and memorable lyrics. Rapping that he needs "a Corretta Scott to make me King" Fab picks up with his female fans where "Baby" left off. "It's a great feel good record, it's got a lot of style to it," he says. "I wanted a record that could show that I could touch different people with my music."

Already recognized for his hit-making ability, Fabolous is eager to show the diversity of his technique while staying true to his blueprint for success. On the cocky "Make Money" he cleverly borrows Notorious B.I.G's trademark chuckle to comment on the laugh-ability of his competition: "these dudes is stand up rappers, hip-hop comedians, I start laughin as soon as I put your CD in." His wit and wordplay is not something he gets enough credit for, but the MC is confident people will come around. "Certain people recognize it," he says, "but its like they'll sing it in the shower, but they won't sing it outside. It's all good though. One of them days you gonna get drunk and start singing that song."

Enlisting a whose-who list of guests that includes Akon, Young Jeezy, Ne-Yo and Junior Reed, Fabolous plays to a variety of audiences on this disc, but there is no mistaking that it's his show from beginning to end. The anthemic "Brooklyn" features a yet to be disclosed surprise guest and "Change Up" pairs Fab with singer, producer extraodinaire Akon helping him reflect on his life and career.

"Anytime you become a successful person, people may look at you and say you changed," explains Fabolous, who references the October 2006 shooting that took place outside of Justin's restaurant in the lyrics of the song. "That record just talks about people changing as a person for money, how they carry themselves and treat other people. For me, I might have changed where I live or my number, but I haven't changed as a person…I slid a line or two about what happened in October but I'm not coming out with a bullet proof vest or anything."

The playful "Foggin Up The Windows," produced by Miami's The Runners, features R. Kelly's chopped and screwed vocals from his hit "Ignition" to prop up Fabolous' ode to parkin' lot pimpin' of the more carnal kind.

"I just took it back to trying to get some in the car," he says with a laugh. "Everyone's either done it or tried to get some in the car. It may not have been the place of choice but everybody's had a hotel on wheels."

Other rewind worthy tracks like "Real Playa" featuring Lloyd, "Diamonds" featuring Young Jeezy and the Just Blaze produced "Back To School" round out an impressive collection that makes From Nothin' to Somethin' worth the two-year wait. In his absence no artist has come close to matching his boyish charm, wit and unassuming cool both on and off the mic. With a new team and a pop of his collar Fabolous is indeed "fresh to Def."

"I'm trying to bring good music back to the game," he says confidently. "And anybody that's bringing good music, the hype is gonna follow them."

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