2am

Two in the morning, police knocking at my door

What for?

Never know the reasons they be coming packin'

And then they come in through I tell 'em

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 lot of weed

They be spottin' me with infrared

I'm in the mood and in the mood I am

Still they comin' through

Holdin' up the innocent, yeah

Three in the morning in the cell

You get harassed by the man

Call my girl, baby, coming just as quick as she can

With the money for the case

We 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, I ought go to end this alone

I says the wrong thing  and who the hell is you?

Oh you comin' through holdin' up the innocent

Four in the morning, police knocking on my door

What for?

Bet I know the reasons he be comin' back and

And then they come in through I tell 'em

He just kick 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 lot of weed

They be spottin' me with infrared

And one more ting, who the hell is you?

Oh you comin' through holdin' up the innocent