Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Po Po, artist - Layzie Bone. Album song The Collection Street Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Harmony Howse
Song language: English
Po Po |
You can run but you can’t hide, they’ll find ya |
When you think you got 'em shook they only, two steps behind ya |
The po-po over here (here) the po-po over there (there) |
Nigga runnin outta time cause po-po got you, you surrounded |
Lil' Ronny hit the ground runnin, when he saw the po-po comin |
Always into somethin, they said he’d never amount to nothin |
Push his buttons if you wanna, nigga was crazy with a temper |
Been hustlin on the corner, ever since I can remember |
There was a cold day in November, I remember all I seen was Timberlands |
Racin across the snow, twenty below, pistol in his hand |
Saw him toss his bag of rocks as he passed me |
I ain’t bullshittin with the quickness, he blew right past me (Ronny what’s |
wrong?) |
Then the cops came rushin through, damn near knocked me to the ground |
Kicked the dope to the curb swiftly as I spinned around |
Picked it up, went in the house cause he done brought them coppers out |
Sirens blarin everywhere, Lil' Ronny’s super hot |
Brushed it off like, «That boy a damn fool» |
Grabbed a brew up outta the cooler, and turned on the news |
What did I see? |
Lil' Ronny on TV (what what?) |
To my amaze I took a sip of beer and fell in my seat (God-damn) |
That’s when I’m thinkin to myself, «What the fuck did he do?» |
News flash, Ronny Sanders on the 11 o’clock news |
And as they makin the announcement, they tradin gunfire |
Show these niggas in a Regal now with one blew tire |
He wanted, for a murder? |
This nigga from my block |
Aww shit, he done killed, a undercover cop |
Nigga, you’d better keep runnin cause you just committed suicide |
(Suicide, it’s a suicide) He goin down whether dead or alive |
Okay we back from commercial break, Lil' Ronny ain’t got no time to waste |
He runnin, yeah he runnin and Lil' Ronny runnin outta space |
And they trapped him by the lake, just before he jumped in |
He aimed at the helicopter, nigga started dumpin! |
He couldn’t swim, they fished him out with a net |
They cuffed him up for the long one, caught him drippin wet |
On trial for a murder that he couldn’t forget |
Yeah, he went to jail, but that wasn’t shit |
He on trial now, he in denial now |
Got a one-way ticket to Hell, to Hell |
Cuffed up, fucked up, got a story to tell |
I hope his family sent him some mail, some mail |
… They gave him the electric chair |
And just before they sent him there |
First came his brother, then came Suzie |
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi |
Like, suicide, that was suicide |
Suicide, that was suicide |
Suicide, that was suicide |
Biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye (that was suicide) |