Lyrics Go Cops! - Rucka Rucka Ali

Go Cops!

I walk up to the police
In Detroit city
And I’m like
«Excuse me officer, I’m tryna find some weed»
And he’s like
«Shit, so are we!
Why don’t you roll with me?
We’re gonna go around pulling
over some minorities»
That’s what I’m talkin' 'bout
Get up in the police ride, ride
Crack a forty ounce inside, side
Nigga, we be gettin' high, high
Me and the cops rollin' around goin' sixty
When we see a trick ass bitch
We gon' tell a hoe to drop them titties
Go cops, get the dogs
Let’s go fuck with old folks
That’s right, let’s get high
And pull over black guys
Get buzzed
Smoke some drugs
Bitch, I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po
Smoke rocks
With the cops
Let’s go storm the barber shop
It sure is nice, bein' white
Haha, just kiddin' black guys
Waving guns
At some nuns
Bitch bend over
We the fuzz, hoe
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po
So we pull up the police car
Right up to KFC
And we’re like
«Gimme a chicken sandwich and waffle fries for free!»
But everyone ran out the store
And we’re like
«Hey, come back here!
I’m just hungry, I won’t search you for no crack rocks,
Ni…»
Now, that’s just awful
Get up out the police car, car
Police unleash the dogs, dogs
Dogs are chasin' people down the road, road
Bark, bark, bark, bark
Me and the cops drivin' down uptown, town
Trying to find someone brown, brown
Pull over someone brown
Let’s pull over someone brown
Go cops, get the dogs
Let’s go fuck with old folks
That’s right
Let’s get high
And pull over black guys
Get buzzed
Smoke some drugs
Bitch I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po
Smoke rocks
With the cops
Let’s go storm the barber shop
It sure is nice, bein' white
Haha!
Just kidding, black guys
Waving guns
At some nuns
Bitch bend over we the fuzz, hoe
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po
They pull me over
And they’re like
«Yo, my bad.
I thought you were a black guy»
I said
«It's fine.
You see I’m white.
But I look black when I’m dancing»
They pull me over
And they’re like
«Yo, my bad.
I thought you were Indian»
I said
«What kind?
The 7/11 kind?
Or the kind of Indian that goes woah, woah, oh, oh,
oh»
The police said
«I honestly can’t tell the difference!»
Go cops, get the dogs
Let’s go fuck with old folks
That’s right
Let’s get high
And pull over black guys
Get buzzed
Smoke some drugs
Bitch I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po
Smoke rocks
With the cops
Let’s go storm the barber shop
It sure is nice, bein' white
Haha!
Just kidding, black guys
Waving guns
At some nuns
Bitch bend over we the fuzz, hoe
Po, po, po, po
Po, po, po, po