PoliceMan
Riding thru my city and I'm sipping on 4
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
Riding through the city with a hammer in hand
Finna show them bois who's man
Riding through the city with a Shank waist band
And feel like Alladin
Packs fly out like Peter Pan
And it came from Nevaland
Came with a drum when I link my band
Heard the sound and them bois ran
Hit the A1 and I ain't coming back
Make plays like quarterback
Don Don he the Cap no Cap
Right wing where I send that pack
On the right wing where they have my man
Sat down he took a stare
Pat down he found the stash
Right there and then shoulda done the dash
Bring the wave no coming back
Finna catch this wave like Veezo View
Told my young boi put that work onna plate and chop that work like Kung Fu
Got Chris Tucker in Rush Hour
Got that Jackie Chan too
Bring the pressure on the upper
Ain't no question how I do it
Riding thru my city and I'm sipping on 4
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
This shit all part of the plan
Doing this 10 toes down since a youngin began
Like Why you talking all the shit you saying
Dem bois here they not the ones to be playing
One thing I don't really understand
Say you da man
All this shit sound like pretend
Lemme fuck up a couple of bands,
Watch your bitch dance, take her to nevaland
Don't make me hop out the van
Chasing you down I'll do it alone don't panic
All that you chat you be saying on the net
All that chat you say boi I done it
Fast life take fast money to fund it
Funding them drugs like funding my clothes
Touching them bricks like a Shaq free throw
Hitting them licks cos they hunting for snow
Tokyo drifting the work on the road
Only speak on the phone in riddles
Slowly Waiting on the line to blow
Meantime popping a seal get with it
Mixing that 2L up with a 4
So no Don't you hit up my phone
Less you wanna buy now
Less you wanna ride out
Na don't wanna get you involved
Riding thru my city and I'm sipping on 4
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
Riding through the city with a hammer in hand
Finna show them bois who's man
Riding through the city with a Shank waist band
And feel like Alladin
Packs fly out like Peter Pan
And it came from Nevaland
Came with a drum when I link my band
Heard the sound and them bois ran
Hit the A1 and I ain't coming back
Make plays like quarterback
Don Don he the Cap no Cap
Right wing where I send that pack
On the right wing where they have my man
Sat down he took a stare
Pat down he found the stash
Right there and then shoulda done the dash
Bring the wave no coming back
Finna catch this wave like Veezo View
Told my young boi put that work onna plate and chop that work like Kung Fu
Got Chris Tucker in Rush Hour
Got that Jackie Chan too
Bring the pressure on the upper
Ain't no question how I do it
Riding thru my city and I'm sipping on 4
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
This shit all part of the plan
Doing this 10 toes down since a youngin began
Like Why you talking all the shit you saying
Dem bois here they not the ones to be playing
One thing I don't really understand
Say you da man
All this shit sound like pretend
Lemme fuck up a couple of bands,
Watch your bitch dance, take her to nevaland
Don't make me hop out the van
Chasing you down I'll do it alone don't panic
All that you chat you be saying on the net
All that chat you say boi I done it
Fast life take fast money to fund it
Funding them drugs like funding my clothes
Touching them bricks like a Shaq free throw
Hitting them licks cos they hunting for snow
Tokyo drifting the work on the road
Only speak on the phone in riddles
Slowly Waiting on the line to blow
Meantime popping a seal get with it
Mixing that 2L up with a 4
So no Don't you hit up my phone
Less you wanna buy now
Less you wanna ride out
Na don't wanna get you involved
Riding thru my city and I'm sipping on 4
Looking for some dough
Riding through my city got the junkies on my phone
Looking for the dope
Ten toes down everytime that I ran
When I seen the policeman
Hit the opp block and you know I got my pole
Bpa bpa and I swear them bois ran
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Writer(s): Khotso Keebine
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