Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Lieutenant, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze. Album song A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Well Done Entertainment
Song language: English
Bad Lieutenant |
I walk the mean streets jackin' for funds, harrassin' black kids for fun |
What seperates me is the badge and a gun |
They call me Rambo, yeah you know, the cop who got grazed |
Back in the days, chasin' niggas through your project maze |
As fast as they ran, them monkeys never got away |
If you slingin' in these parts, best believe I got a stake |
A vested interest, if you resistin' |
Get beat within inches of your life and then I spike the interest |
I want in, you get 20, I want 10 |
You got 10, I want 5, pay attention or you’ll die |
Simple as that, I took a bite out of crime, got bitten back |
Started sniffin' packs, beat my wife cause the bitch was fat |
My son’s a scumbag wigger, the kid thinks he’s black |
I guess it’s just the good Lord’s way of gettin' me back |
On top of that shit ain’t been right since '86 when my partner got 86ed |
By some crazy mick, it made me flip |
I’m out here shakin' down coons and prostitutes |
Got snitches in every building — you get money, then we watchin' you |
A dedicated team of sheisty cops, you want them white tiny rocks? |
We control everything within 90 blocks |
Protect and serve, that’s a joke, steal coke and get rich |
Fuck these animals, crackheads, niggers and spics |
That’s why I’m takin' your bricks, rapin' your bitch, you can’t do shit |
My badge prevent it, I’m a bad lieutenant |
I sit in hallways snortin' cocaine |
Buggin' out, chasin' niggers on my horse in the rain, this is pain |
This is my wicked castle, my fortress to reign |
That’s how I’m sportin' this chain and supportin' Loraine |
And Teneesha, this black bitch I shack with |
On nights I got the pitch black shift, and she sucks my white fat dick |
When I get the coke she cuts it for me |
Such a lovely story, rob niggers who hustle for me |
See the thing that’s fucked up, I set 'em up in drug busts |
Take the money and pass the coke on to the next young dumb fuck |
The ones who get cuffed’ll never touch us |
Cause the American jury system will never not trust us |
This is how it works in the hood |
Why you think there’s so many guns, hoes and work in the hood? |
I said, this is how it goes in the hood |
Why you think there’s so many guns, and dope and work in the hood? |
I got a tip this kid wasn’t breakin' bread, so I’m a take his bread |
Break his head, he made his bed, next time I’m a make him dead |
I seen him on the ave, he can’t be more than 21 |
From a distance I watch the money come, yo, this dummy done |
I hopped out and seen all of his dunnys run |
He tried to bounce, but had a funny run, bum leg and his tummy plump |
I ran up on him, gripped him up, put my knee on his back |
Pistol-whipped his ass, made him bleed with the gat |
Raped his pockets, took all his stacks |
Told him he know the deal, the cops get a part of all of his packs |
A kid named Nathaniel, he was blacker than a cocker spaniel |
We searched his crib, found three ki’s and lots of ammo |
Day’s work done, I went to get my knob slobbed |
Teneesha was waitin' with fried chings and won tons |
Sat back on the couch, put my back on slouch |
Relaxed my feet up, then I put my joint in her mouth |
She started suckin' it, that’s when I heard the buck-buckin' and |
The door kicked in, what the fuck is this? |
Yeah, Nathanial come back to get his revenge |
And sadly, this is where my twisted tale ends |