Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Constables , by - O.C.. Song from the album Word...Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wild Pitch
Song language: English
Constables |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| I’ll make wax, I’ll pay tax, I don’t sell crack |
| Accept the kickbacks, you’re called up on dispatch |
| The deal you done did with a dealer, you done dissed him |
| Took letters from his box, now he’s buried in the system |
| You see me coming out of my building all types |
| Of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to five |
| Clothes are always knew, so you cry, I spy |
| A flashing ghost smile, you’re in the corner of my eye |
| Walking, I feel the hawk over right beside me. |
| Sober |
| But I act nervous and start to walk lively |
| Sharp-left from Rock, then I start to jog, hearing |
| Speed accelerating from the J8's car |
| The sirens sound violent, they inspect more |
| Not ready, I’m on the stoop with my man named Little Eddy |
| We start laughing ‘cause next-door from me is a house |
| That has traffic like drugs are free, but I’m a |
| New face in a new place of a melon race |
| Guess black in ‘em makes a good felon case, and that’s |
| Not so, and I get mad ‘cause everywhere I go |
| Long as I’m dark, rocking Clarks in my village, though |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| They’re clocking, jocking, and knocking me, wanting a reason for whacking me |
| But I ain’t committing no crime. |
| Soon as they’re stopping me |
| O.C. |
| rolling for dolo, a solo cop car comes |
| Screeching in my presence, in a second, yelling, «Freeze!» |
| I’m scared, I cannot stop, hop over a fence, running |
| Frantic, sending O.C. |
| into a panic |
| I ‘fuse to be Rodney hardly, you won’t scar me |
| Beating me down, yelling, smelling of old and coffee cinder |
| Fucking hard, but soft to a stick |
| Some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks |
| You won’t asphyxiate me in a chokehold, death mocking me |
| So for that, eat my dust and keep clocking me |
| Check the speedometer, check how I’m flashing |
| Nightsticks, and you don’t have the same type of fashion |
| Two blocks behind me, two jakes, and one blue, one |
| White. |
| Pair of Glocks equals 32 shots? |
| I |
| Think not |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| What for?!? |
| Is it |
| My b-boy presence mixed with mature? |
| Is it the stone in me, comb the city in a |
| Benz? |
| Legitimate plus without ends |
| Paperwork was right, but sat us at a red light |
| Giving dirty looks, I guess assuming we were crooks |
| Scoping the car, tags up to par, rims |
| Shining in your face with the tires Armor-Alled, and them |
| Dig it. |
| All youngins my complexion have been through, getting |
| Stress, so I know you understand what I manifest |
| And Flannery, O’Toole, Vasquez, and black cop |
| Jones, all crooked with fat rides and homes |
| Watch your own PD, put an APB on your sergeant |
| Corrupt cash, careers skating on the margin |
| Next time, read me my rights, check out the snipes, look |
| Behind you on the wall, sucker. |
| I rocks mics, you dumb jakes |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |
| Police be clocking me |