Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

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    [Z-Ro]
    Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
    Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
    I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
    And I ain't killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me

    I ride one deep, suspended license and all
    My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
    I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
    But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
    They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way
    The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray
    So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it

    My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
    Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do
    Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
    The odds are against us, because we black
    So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped

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    [Hook]
    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
    We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
    Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
    We been struggling to make it, in America too long
    All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone

    [Z-Ro]
    Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
    I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
    And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
    Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
    I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
    Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of
    they chest
    Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
    Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
    Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap
    They'll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack
    That's why they proud to be, an American
    What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them
    With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G
    The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery
    We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
    Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks

    [Hook]

    [Z-Ro]
    I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back
    Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack
    What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit
    We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with
    Ask me why, I don't give a fuck about the police
    Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace
    They planting dope on niggaz, just to get a commission
    And if we don't cooperate, it'll be a longer stay in prison
    Everytime I had a flat, they'd just pass me by
    And if I was laying on the ground, they'd never ask me why
    But when I'm looking great, and rolling in something they can't pronounce
    They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce
    Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers
    The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggaz
    And it don't matter if we working, on a 9-to-5
    We rerouted by the system, facing 99

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    Composición: J. Mark McVey

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