Crooked Cops

Rejjie Snow

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    Officer, my hands is up
    Please don't shoot, but I might run
    Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga
    I've been black since '91
    Piggy piggy, hold your tongue
    Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga
    What, you want some open graves?
    I'll make you catch this fucking fade
    My tendencies be: Fuck the law
    But mama said: Just look away
    Hands up, keep my weapon on me
    Blade be tucked so what's up, homie?
    Friday night and cruising slow, they
    Pull me over, I record it
    Bow my head and kiss this ass
    And this bacon did smell off
    Black and white, you ignite my rights
    These crooked cops they hate by sight
    Blackest skin, the blackest name
    From africa my father came
    From mother earth he saw the dirt
    From broken souls to heal the curse
    Public enemy? My felony was being black as fuck
    Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch
    Call the homies, call my mama
    Take his badge and fuck him up
    Then fuck him up and make him cry
    And remember where we lived and died

    No, no, no, no, noo
    No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

    Crooked cop, crooked cop
    Crook-crook-crooked cop
    Crooked cop, crooked cop
    Crooked, crooked cop
    Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops
    Crooked cops, crooked
    Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

    I'm tellin' you now
    Police in their feelings, they scared and they killin'
    They shootin' us down
    My hands up, they shootin', they shootin', they shootin'
    They shootin' us down
    Why? Please tell me why
    Scared of me? Is it my black skin?
    Public enemy number 1, I was the black man
    They be usin' their badges
    As a weapon to [?] shoot at us and back up
    Tell me why? I, I think I know why
    Why they wanna shoot me down
    I think I know 'cause they crooked cops
    Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

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    No, no, no, no, noo
    No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

    Crooked cop, crooked cop
    Crook-crook-crooked cop
    Crooked cop, crooked cop
    Crooked, crooked cop
    Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops
    Crooked cops, crooked
    Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

    Call me back, no text emoji
    All this gold be danglin' on me
    Pants be saggin', I've been taggin'
    Officer, my record flawless
    Rappin' since like '96
    When odb was runnin' shit
    Grammy nominated
    Hope there's trophies in my cabinet
    Hide your kids and hide your wife
    The reaper creepin' through the night
    Crawl in, mr. Officer
    My fingerprints gon' testify
    Tats up on my neck and face
    From GTA to gettin' maced
    Fuck is up? I know my rights
    The sirens, red and flashing lights

    Crooked cops, crooked cops
    Crook-crook-crooked cops
    I don't wanna hear this shit no more
    (I don't wanna hear it no motherfuckin' more
    You talkin' about motherfuckin' all lives matter)
    I don't wanna hear this shit no more
    (I don't wanna hear this shit
    Nobody is killin' your brothers, your sisters, your father
    Your mother, nobody is killin' y'all motherfuckers in the street
    They killin' us, nigga!)
    I don't wanna hear this shit no more
    (The fuck is wrong with you?)

    No, no, no, no, noo
    No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

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    Composición: Latisha Hyman, Matlock, Rahki, Keith Michael Askey y Rejjie Snow

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