I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
Late night in the Caddy, just rollin' through the hood

Known to act bad, but tonight it's all good

Just picked up a Michael Vick of that dro

Can't wait to get to the crib so I can blow

Half a mile away from the house, I hit Valero

Grab a couple packs of some 'rillos and a Modelo

Roll one up and throw the 'bacco out the window

Pull out of the parkin' lot and fire up the indo

Inhale, goddamn, big puffs of smoke

Exhale, now it's time to take another toke

But in the rearview, man, I can see me some headlights

Next thing you know, the fuckin' blue and the red lights

These streets never have police patrollin' em

When they supposed to, now I'm lookin' for the Ozium

Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can't see

That's when I realized that I got my pistol on me

Goddamn



I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school

Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh

I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school

Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh



Yeah, yeah

Officer man, I'm a part of the police force

But I don't walk or beat or ride on a police horse

In my patrol car late night ridin'

Workin' in the same community that I reside in

I saw the pain in the city and couldn't stand it

Crimes committed and no one was reprimanded

The conditions in my city was gettin' bad

So I hit the academy and walked away with a badge

I need to piss so I stop at the Valero

I see a guy buyin' some Swishers and a Modelo

Please don't light it up 'til you're home, that's what I'm hopin'

That's when I see him dump his tobacco and start smokin'

I pull up right behind him and hit the light

If he admit he got some weed I'ma let him make it tonight

As long as there's no warrants and he's legal in the streets

That's when I see him reach under his mothafuckin' seat, goddamn



I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school

Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh

I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school

Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh



I pull over to the side tryna stay calm

Whole car smellin' like fire, straight napalm

I know my gun ain't got no bodys

Got haters up off me but ain't shot nobody

Should I tell him I'm packin' but ain't got no 'plex?

Or just let him find that ho and wait and see what's next

What if he's a killer cop like I've seen on the news?

Should I shoot his ass first? Goddamn, I'm confused



Okay I checked his plates and they came back clean

But I still better call some backup to the scene

I don't know what he was reachin' for so I'm feelin' nauseous

I just wanna make it home so I'm tryna be cautious

Got a couple of arrests, but ain't no convictions

Get out the squad car and my adrenaline kicks in

So not knowin' if he's committed any prior harm

I walk up to his car with my hand on my firearm