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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | Tha Police |
Album: | Cocaine | Genres: | 12 |
Year: | 2009 |
Length: | 266 sec |
Lyrics:
[Intro: Z-Ro] Man it's just weed man, you trippin' Man I already gave you my license and insurance man You trippin' man
[Verse 1: Z-Ro] Have you ever been arrested just for being too clean On a Sunday night They'll take you're car, take you to jail Won't have a bond until Monday night Man they just took 13 thousand dollars outta my pocket Talkin' bout it's drug related, cause I had a cigarillo They need to stop it Since Barack Obama became the first black president Tha police have been waging war against the black residents Racial profiling is at an all time high We represent 10% of the population but 65% of the jail population And I can't tell you why (why), yeah A lot of us are guilty as charged, and as much as I hate to say it Some brothas deserve to be behind bars You know the ones that beat on women And the murderers and the rapists And especially the ones that kidnap and even abandon babies I promise all I was doing was leaving the Waffle House They shined they lights on me and they saw the steak and waffles in my mouth They pulled me over, took my money, and gave the King a weed case And I'm STILL tryna get my money back from the state
[Hook: Z-Ro] I can't even ride down the street Without being harassed by tha police Ain't botherin' nobody so why y'all fuckin' with a G So what I got a lil' drank and a lil' weed I'm Screwed Up Click, officer we don't speed I'm on swangers but in and out the lane I don't weave So what's yo probable cause for handcuffing me It's just a dollar to you laws, to take us away from our family
[Verse 2: Chris Ward] What the fuck Damn, yeah yeah The popo see young Wowo holdin' and lookin' good I'm from Yellowstone, so my car is yellow tone and I'm lookin' hood Ground effects, black and gold Vogues and '4s, I'm lookin' sporty I heard HPD got an APB out and they lookin' for me Well guess what Every curve I swerve I'm known for hittin' the blinker bitch All around the town, back and forth, here and there On some frequent shit I know you upset cause the paint so wet You think it's leakin' bitch So you pull me over and detain me on some juvenile delinquent shit Like I don't know my rights from wrong, we ain't right your wrong So what, you're whoop whoopin' and your bright lights is on Because it's gone, all the smokes been smoked and the dranks been drunk And here's my license and insurance You faulty blue suit punk Now what the funk you really want, fuckin' with me Cause it's obvious I'm C dot dub, a motherfuckin' G He had the gall to ask me for some posters and some CDs Said if I sign 'em he'll give me a ticket and let me leave Ain't that a BITCH
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[Verse 3: Z-Ro] I'm from the Screwed Up Click officer we don't speed And since we ain't going to or comin' back from We ain't got no mo' weed Oh I was weavin' in and out my lane, huh? Z-Ro was drivin' recklessly Does all this candy paint and this chrome have you upset with me It's only a 300 man it ain't like it's a Jag Just because you can't afford none of them ain't a reason to get mad My insurance good, it ain't nothin' wrong with none of my tags Really you just fuckin' wit' me cause you got that gun and that badge You ain't have no probable cause to pull me over anyway Cause I wasn't doin' nothin', you just tryna reach a quota for the day Now a days, innocence is overrated, everybody did it Guilty until proven guilty, why, cause jail is big business The penitentiary get paid to clothe us and feed us Without us they go broke, we get convicted cause they need us But I believe in Jesus, the one true judge And he ain't gon' let you do nothin' he don't want you to do judge
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