Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Hoodie, artist - Body Count. Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Hoodie |
| All these people out here tripping off police brutality like this shit is |
| something new |
| Give me a fucking break |
| I’ve been talking about this shit for over 20 years |
| And now you can kill a motherfucker just because of how he’s dressed |
| Are you fucking serious |
| Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head |
| I didn’t have a gun so why am I dead |
| You didn’t have to shoot me and that’s a known fact |
| And now I’m laying face down with bullets in my back |
| Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head |
| I didn’t have a gun so why am I dead |
| You didn’t have to shoot me and that’s a known fact |
| And now I’m laying face down with bullets in my back |
| This is how it happened |
| Out late night just chilling with my clique |
| No one had a gun, everyone’s legit |
| One of my boys is drunk, I’m talking toe’d up |
| He can barely talk off that Cognac |
| Then the cops roll up, I don’t know why he ran |
| Maybe traffic warrants I still don’t understand |
| That motherfucker’s crazy, the homies laughed |
| He might’ve got a block and then we heard shots |
| The fucking cop shot him, yo a nigga’s dead |
| They hit him twice in the back, once in the head and leg |
| We all went crazy on that pig shit |
| They aimed at us, they meant business |
| They didn’t have to shoot him, he didn’t have a gun |
| What they’re gonna say is «Why the fuck he run?» |
| We can’t be seeing this, I’m like «What the fuck?» |
| My man’s laying dead, they still cuffing him up |
| You motherfuckers, call the fucking paramedics man |
| My man’s not breathing, man |
| What the fuck’s the matter with you, man? |
| Aw shit |
| Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head |
| I didn’t have a gun so why am I dead |
| You didn’t have to shoot me and that’s a known fact |
| And now I’m laying face down with bullets in my back |
| Got on my black hoodie, its hood up on my head |
| I didn’t have a gun so why am I dead |
| You didn’t have to shoot me and that’s a known fact |
| And now I’m laying face down with bullets in my back |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound on the streets |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| That’s the sound on the streets |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound on the streets |
| Now it’s our day in court, we gotta have hope |
| Maybe some justice, someone got it on video |
| They say do something, he used to gang bang |
| They made my homie look like fucking shit on everything |
| Had on a black hoodie, that’s all it took |
| The DA portrayed him as a dirty fucking street crook |
| They let the cops off, nobody fucking marched |
| Nobody had a clue, it’s never made the news |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound on the streets |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| That’s the sound on the streets |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound of the police |
| Woop woop, that’s the sound on the streets |
| Got on my black hoodie |
| Got on my black hoodie |
| Got on my black hoodie |