| Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me
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| Everywhere that I go
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| Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me
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| Everywhere that I go
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| Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
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| What the fuck?
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| Do I look like a criminal?
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| Police wanna hella sweat
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| Cause I keep a hoodie on, Bill Belichick
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| Every night I’m gettin' stop-and-frisk
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| When I walk into a drugstore they think I’m here to shoplift
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| I’m just picking up Percocet prescriptions
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| Cops always tell me they don’t fit the descriptions
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| So what I gotta trial convictions
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| I can’t leave the house less it’s under conditions
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| Another worries, I’m a changed man
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| But they think I’m doing primary time on the exchanged hands
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| I’ve never been on Gangland
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| Got tats on my neck and they think I’m in a gang
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| Damn!
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| So what I gotta blue laces
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| And I’m fighting for my life, cause a nigga got two cases
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| I guess I got these crackers shook
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| They scared to death when they see me
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| What the fuck?
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| These tattoos got them thinking I’m bad news
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| I’m the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes
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| But cash rules, my face covered in scars
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| Cops is on me cause they think I’m trynna run from a charge
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| Man it’s bad, I can’t even hit the ball in peace
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| The second the public see me they just call police
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| I keep my third eye open when I walk these streets
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| They don’t wanna give me chances all they want is the beef
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| And I know I did some real wild shit in my past
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| So they test me by telling me I gotta piss in this glass
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| This shit isn’t right, I ask them what they talking about
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| Cause I see them them out my window when they watching my house
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| I swear to God they better not step foot on my yard
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| I’ll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their God
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| Fuck a stereotype, you better take it back bitch
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| I wasn’t born this way, the cops made me like this
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| I ain’t a criminal
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| Do I look like a criminal?
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| Cause my pants be saggin'
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| Red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin'
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| They that my facials look so violent
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| What the fuck, that’s racial profiling
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| Pull me over like my tag is expired and shit
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| Like there’s no way it’s his, he high, why that shit
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| Gun registered, still trynna hide that shit
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| Till this day they can’t believe they let me buy that shit
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| I come to visit, you think I’m scoping out your spot
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| They takin' pictures, you takin' this for my mugshot?
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| They be calling me a criminal for so damn long
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| Start to believe they right you gon' make do something wrong
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| You see me in the hood, you think I’m trynna rob you
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| I’m just talking to you when you think I’m trynna calm you
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| No matter what, they gon' call me a crook
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| So you think I give a fuck if I look like a motherfucking criminal? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look Like a Criminal , by - Onyx. Song from the album Against All Authorities, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп