| How come y’all like to bother people on the black folk side of town
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| We can’t even throw a block party without y’all tricks coming around
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| Everyday all they wanna do is hit you hard
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| What you looking for? |
| I don’t sip no bar
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| Ripping up seats in my brand new car
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| Damn, man, y’all taking this shit too far
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| Preposterous, just cause of who I am I get harassed
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| I just ask ya for ya badge number and damn you wanna blast
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| Tryna shatter me and break me like a hammer to some glass
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| Then slam you on the grass, even with that camera on the dash
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| Mr. Gram of potent hash, my homegirl Pamela had stashed
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| Flunked an exam from ghetto class a first day amateur could pass
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| He was mad because we had bang and was jamming it on blast
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| I should have ran cause I don’t think his fat ass stamina could last
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| They might follow from your door to Mexico
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| Hope your gun accidentally go off and shoots you through your own ass like
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| Plaxico
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| In 59 pieces of your vest will blow
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| These police giving took-out everyday, keep harassing, you’ll be the next to go
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| «Dem laws is tryna lock us up for the whole century»
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| These pigs used to wanna peel you. |
| «What you mean used to? |
| They still do»
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| Make no mistake cause you living the ghetto these police is out to kill you
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| The whole department’s racist, pull you over in the darkest places
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| When they walk upon you pull your piece and let it spark in their faces
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| Go to the courthouse, everyday the same replay
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| Satan in the form of the cops, the judge and the DA
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| The truth is most black people are lacking info
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| They never knew about the Willie Lynch Letter or Jim Crow
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| They want you dead or locked up so they keep coming hard
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| Bloodshed, they never bored, they’ll shoot you in your mama’s yard
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| We having a party, we done sewed up the whole block
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| What’s the occasion? |
| A racist cop just got his ass popped
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| Yay! |
| Some of y’all might think this just a song
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| But this gon' keep on happening till y’all learn to leave us alone
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| The next stunt will make the whole hood go crazy
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| What kind of coward will use a taser on an old lady?
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| «Dem laws is tryna lock us up for the whole century»
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| Fuck Dem Laws (Fuck 'em) Tryna lock a nigga for a whole century
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| Put a nigga in jail and don’t give a damn about what he plead
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| They’ll take your cash, strip your ass, finger print and take your belt
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| Make you bent over and cough, goddamn I ain’t got nothing else
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| First of all I’m in this bitch and I really don’t even suppose to be
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| I was at the club chilling and two motherfuckers lied on me
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| Now I’m fighting the case, pin a lawyer and I still got bills on my back
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| I got caught up in some bullshit, real talk, nigga I do this
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| I suppose I should write my judge a long letter
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| And tell her I ain’t coming back and she owe me 50 stacks
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| And my daddy always told me, «Never-never get scared, nigga
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| Look 'em in their eyes, stand strong, you a man, nigga»
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| So fuck it, two tears in the bucket
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| All of the DA’s, prosecutors and judge can suck it
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| Can’t water cask for fucking killer
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| Ready to murk, every five-o nigga, for reala
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| «Dem laws is tryna lock us up for the whole century» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dem Laws , by - K Rino. Song from the album Solitary Confinement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп