In the squad car rolling down the ave
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All these minors which ones do I grab?
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For no reason, only cause overtime pays
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I grab a young youth lock 'em up for two days
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Life’s a ball for every rebel I harassed it
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Sent 'em to the judge yo cause I’m a devil bastard
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Coming to your town you get tagged
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For smoking lah or carrying a brown bag
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Slow when I’m pacing, I have no coordination
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But they rack up, break your pace down as I open your back up
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Then I just consume your margin
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I caught so many niggas that I’m soon to a sergeant
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So what’s up?
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Give me a cut if your game is dealing
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And if you try to get slick I’ll put your brain upon the ceiling
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All informants if I caught you, you got strangled
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On the down low because my partner is an angel
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God bless the karma of this honky
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I deal with blacks like they’re products of a monkey
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Be the police, I have a feast
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Treat you like a beast
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Yes you’ll be guilty if you aren’t
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I’m in your crib without a warrant
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I got something for ya
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You better go find yourself a Barnaby Jones lawyer
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Parents put your kids behind the door and padlock
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As you hear the story call it good cop bad cop
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«Good good»
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«Officer, officer, officer»
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«I'm a bad»
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«Officer, officer, officer»
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Now the good cop he was a real good cop
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His only intention was to make crime stop
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Criminals always run, some gave him a fair one
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One played a soldier took q gun from his holster
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Ran through the alley cause that was his only route out
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We chased him for awhile then we had a call about a shootout
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Jumped in the car, hope now a kid don’t bang me
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Cause if I kill another, I.N.D. |
is gonna hang me
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Sirens are on all the while I’m gassing it
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Then I call about the shoot out, cops are getting blasted
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Force to hurry is requested
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Took my partner’s vest and now I’m double vested
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Arrival
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Thinking of survival nothing leisure
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My good cop partner trying to stick to procedures
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I took a shot before I stepped out my car
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This is war
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I see assailants coming from the store
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My partner yell «Freeze yo. |
Drop to your knees!»
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His words is too timid so they kept on in the breeze
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We pursue
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Now I cock my pen on them bums
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Cause I’m falling short of oxygen in my lungs
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Ain’t my pistol it’s gonna be a bloodbath
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My partner threw me down
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A shot went off, I caught one above his calf
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We tumble
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He fell down and stumble
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Now I want the other one too
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But he kept going and he didn’t stop stepping
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Left his friend for us two cops to question
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And up to the point where I’m the aggressor
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Ask a lot of questions, use a lot of pressure
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Where’s your friend?
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C’mon let’s roll to his address
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And while he’s asleep I put holes in his mattress
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Threw him in the car and he didn’t snitch a tune
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My good cop partner trying to stitch up his wound
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But I’ll crack this prisoner we ain’t headed to the precinct
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A good cop/bad cop is a story that happened recent
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa we going up the wrong way
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While the good cop’s telling him «Everything will be okay.»
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But hold up for a second, I reckon he’ll spill the beans
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Cause I’m driving crazy like a psycho in a dream
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The end of the road and I told him, «Soon you’ll die.»
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Cause I hated blacks ever since junior high
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Crash against the wall is the way we gonna go down
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My partner getting scared too, telling me to slow down
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The situation’s getting nutty
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Cause him and my partner talking like best buddies
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Nothing to do but shoot the two, sent to Hell real brutal
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My partner for being neutral
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I’m in it to be harmful kill a Benedict Arnold
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And a suspect
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Intersection accident would be real immaculate
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The prisoner tried to escape so he reaches for my biscuit
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Under the good cops command like something hypnotistic
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I look the other way like I didn’t know
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But good cop/bad cop we put on a Broadway show
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So the assailant
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Recorded as a thug with that maneuver
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Thought he caught a friend but he caught slug in his medulla |