Crooked Officer

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
Crooked officer

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit and get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit and get it on

Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happening?
You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend
Do I have to move to River Oaks
And bleach my fuckin' skin so I can look like these white folks
Just to get some assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin' persistent
Cause you wanna harass me yeah
And if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G
Just like Rodney King
But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine and unload
Until every blue shirt turns red
You heard what I said
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead
So you better start pickin' out your coffin' sir
Cause I'm comin' after your ass

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit and get it on

Momma called me up the other day I got a warrant
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went
Say I shot a nigga the other night at a party
Lieing out they ass I was at home drinkin' 40's
Coolin with my niggas playin' dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin' and I'm fittin' the description
And you know they think all black niggas look alike
So now they got the flashlight lookin' for Big Mike
Jackin' niggas up tryin to capture me, coppers wanna gaffle me
Tryin' to put bullets into the back of me
Time and time again I told them I didn't do it send they knew it
But they still pursued it, so them motherfuckers blew
So now I'm about to grab my shit and put them son of a bitches six feet under
Cause I'm sick of runnin' from you motherfuckers
Turnin tables cause I'm able I ain't fallin' victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick 'em
Cause I ain't runnin' from the P-O-L-I-C-E never
Motherfuckin' T-I-M-E of day they'll have to G-O-T a me
Off the S-E-T, and my H-double-O-D
Fuckin' around with the B-I-G, you'll be in a G-R-A-V-E

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit and get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin' sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit and get it on



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Writer(s): Brad Jordan, Joseph Johnson, Michael Barnett, Christopher Barriere
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