Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long Oh Mr.
Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long Mr. I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I got a grudge against you blue suits, black suits, white suits and state troops That's the way you made us Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer Took the brother's name away and passed us as a number Just because you legally pack a gack man Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man Especially you black cops, you let your gacks pop Because them honkies got you brainwashed Now we come to new dealings Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling I'm cuttin' shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports Cause you ain't makin' it to court I'm lettin' freedom ring From the hole in my Glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King It ain't shit that you can ask us And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the bitch some glasses Wake the fuck up chumps I'm comin after your ass Mr.
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