| 'Cause brothers looking like a criminal is probable cause
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| So if you black, you need to know all the applicable laws
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| I got a cop in my head and he stay on the beat
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| On duty 24 hours every day of the week
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| And when he blow his little whistle, I restrict myself
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| And when I’m walkin' in New York, I stop and frisk myself
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| And when it’s time to make arrests, I don’t resist myself
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| 'Cause if I saw me in a lineup, I might pick myself
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| I ride clean but I still feel like I’m filthy as sin
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| 'Cause I was raised thinkin' brown is the guiltiest skin
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| I got a cop in my head, so all the laws are inside me
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| Put on my turn signal, ain’t nobody behind me
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| I buy weed with my cop and that’s his personal hell
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| 'Cause weed legal but I still feel like I’m going to jail
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| I live alone, making noise so my presence is known
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| Hoping he don’t think it’s a gun when I answer my phone
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| Officer Me
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| Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me)
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| Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me)
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| I’m in custody but when will I release myself? |
| (Officer Me)
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| He say it once and I don’t make him repeat himself (Officer Me)
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| Black has no standing at law
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| Whack, billy club bat to the jaw
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| They got the dogs and the gats at your door
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| If you’re smart, get your ass on the floor
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| Yeah, villain within reason
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| No consumption, it’s pig grilling season
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| Trees in black, white, Indonesian
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| You lackin' with no heat and it’s freezing
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| Now send the cop in your head on a beer run
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| To see him die when he jump out your eardrum
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| It’s even better than using a machine gun
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| After all, been dukin' him so long, it’s been a mean run
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| A fleet of cars and three cribs redone
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| Don’t touch the lawn and then pay the kid with the green thumb
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| They nervous like first time in a threesome
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| And shoot too early like precum
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| Yeah, pause, seem dumb
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| Sell 'em to hell, no refund
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| Profiled for a Philly and a down coat
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| Run through your mind, shooting unarmed brown folk
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| Bullcrap, you couldn’t get out with cow soap
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| Like a rapper selling his soul and don’t sound dope
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| All for naught, in the mall, he got caught
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| Crowd gathered like, «Yes, yes, y’all,» an onslaught
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| Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me)
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| Scared of the police, so I police myself (Officer Me)
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| I’m in custody but when will I release myself? |
| (Officer Me)
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| He say it once and I don’t make him repeat himself (Officer Me) |