Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood On The Dash, artist - Bun B. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Song language: English
Blood On The Dash |
| I think there’s blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| I think there’s blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| Late night in the Caddy, just rollin' through the hood |
| Known to act bad, but tonight it’s all good |
| Just picked up a Michael Vick of that dro |
| Can’t wait to get to the crib so I can blow |
| Half a mile away from the house, I hit Valero |
| Grab a couple packs of some 'rillos and a Modelo |
| Roll one up and throw the 'bacco out the window |
| Pull out of the parkin' lot and fire up the indo |
| Inhale, goddamn, big puffs of smoke |
| Exhale, now it’s time to take another toke |
| But in the rearview, man, I can see me some headlights |
| Next thing you know, the fuckin' blue and the red lights |
| These streets never have police patrollin' em |
| When they supposed to, now I’m lookin' for the Ozium |
| Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can’t see |
| That’s when I realized that I got my pistol on me |
| Goddamn |
| There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Officer man, I’m a part of the police force |
| But I don’t walk or beat or ride on a police horse |
| In my patrol car late night ridin' |
| Workin' in the same community that I reside in |
| I saw the pain in the city and couldn’t stand it |
| Crimes committed and no one was reprimanded |
| The conditions in my city was gettin' bad |
| So I hit the academy and walked away with a badge |
| I need to piss so I stop at the Valero |
| I see a guy buyin' some Swishers and a Modelo |
| Please don’t light it up 'til you’re home, that’s what I’m hopin' |
| That’s when I see him dump his tobacco and start smokin' |
| I pull up right behind him and hit the light |
| If he admit he got some weed I’ma let him make it tonight |
| As long as there’s no warrants and he’s legal in the streets |
| That’s when I see him reach under his mothafuckin' seat, goddamn |
| I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school |
| Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh |
| I pull over to the side tryna stay calm |
| Whole car smellin' like fire, straight napalm |
| I know my gun ain’t got no bodies |
| Got haters up off me but ain’t shot nobody |
| Should I tell him I’m packin' but ain’t got no 'plex? |
| Or just let him find that ho and wait and see what’s next |
| What if he’s a killer cop like I’ve seen on the news? |
| Should I shoot his ass first? |
| Goddamn, I’m confused |
| Okay I checked his plates and they came back clean |
| But I still better call some backup to the scene |
| I don’t know what he was reachin' for so I’m feelin' nauseous |
| I just wanna make it home so I’m tryna be cautious |
| Got a couple of arrests, but ain’t no convictions |
| Get out the squad car and my adrenaline kicks in |
| So not knowin' if he’s committed any prior harm |
| I walk up to his car with my hand on my firearm |