Geto Boys - Crooked Officer Lyrics
Scarface:Im sick of you hoes tryin to run mineIm comin with a good lineRunnin after one timeI got a grudge against you blue suitsBlack suits, white suits and state troopsThats the way you made usSent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play usLock us up for the summerTook the brothers name away and passed us as a numberJust because you legally pack a gack manDoesnt necessarily mean you have to point it at the black manEspecially you black copsYou let your gacks popBecause them honkies got you brainwashedNow we come to new dealings***** all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peelingIm cuttin shit shortAint no fillin out reportsCause you aint makin it to courtIm lettin freedom ringFrom the hole in my glock, for *****in off rodney kingIt aint shit that you can ask usAnd since justice is blind, Im gone buy the ***** some glassesWake the ***** up chumpsIm comin after your assCrooked officerChorus:Mr. officer, crooked officerI wanna put your ass in a coffin sirCause you done *****ed with niggas like myself for too longIts time to grab my mother*****in shit and get it onBushwick:Oh mr. officer, crooked officer whats happeningYou beat another black mans ass and now you high tapping friendDo I have to move to river oaksAnd bleach my *****in skin so I can look like these white folksJust to get some assistanceBecause the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistentCause you wanna harass me yeahAnd if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass gJust like rodney kingBut if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different sceneTry to pull me over on a dark roadBut Ill be damned if I dont grab my nine and unloadUntil every blue shirt turns redYou heard what I saidI want all you crooked mother*****ers deadSo you better start pickin out your coffin sirCause Im comin after your assChorus:Big mike:Momma called me up the pther day I got a warrantPunk ass laws wanna know where the gun wentSay I shot a nigga the other night at a partyLieing out they ass I was at home drinkin 40sCoolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchenA big black nigga did the killin and Im fittin the descriptionAnd you know they think all black niggas look alikeSo now they got the flashlight lookin for big mikeJackin niggas up tryin to capture meCoppers wanna gaffle meTryin to put bullets into the back of meTime and time again I told them I didnt do itAnd they knew itBut they still pursued itSo them mother*****ers blewSo now Im about to grab my shitAnd put them son of a *****es six feet underCause Im sick of runnin from you mother*****ersTurnin tables cause Im able I aint fallin victimTime to play a game, see the police watch me stick themCause I aint runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e neverMother*****in t-i-m-e of dayTheyll have to g-u-t a meOff the s-e-tAnd my h double o d*****in around with the b-i-gYoull be in a g-r-a-v-e
