| Verse one first there’s not a safety on my gun
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| For the safety of my daughter and my son
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| Who gotta father on the run
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| Still hustlin
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| Gotta leave em with something
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| Still young and thuggin
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| Bustin hammers after a function
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| Get that shit on camera
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| Na dudes we gon be stuntin
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| The boys come and roll da window up
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| Act like nutin
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| We from the bay A R E A nigga
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| We got straps smokin fat so don’t roll with us
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| If you scared of the high speed
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| Or the ice streets
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| So cold you need minks
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| Racin niggas for pinks
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| Watching tv seein AP gettin tatted on ink
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| Who told me never sleep
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| Matter fact never blink
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| I’m always in to my neck but I never sink
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| At the burl like young furl rest in peace
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| That’s the nigga get yo scrill
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| Cause you are the streets
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| Ya feel?
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| Got weed coke hop whateva
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| It’s the game where crooks come together
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| Get rich and go cop whateva
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| It’s the shit but don’t cross me neva
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| I don’t think you like hanging round me
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| I smoke too much
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| Ain’t scared to buss
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| I jus poured the four in my cup
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| All the hoes just trying to get fucked
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| Seven trey cuts sittin way up
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| I buss the scale then weigh it up
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| Park in the cuts wait on jugs
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| Wait for cause then wait on hus
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| After that my day is up
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| All day I’m with da shit
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| Cranberry drippin off my whip
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| Hit the liquor store for a fifth
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| 99 cent bag of chips
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| P black drippin off that six
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| Black g5 26 inch
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| Rims under that bitch
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| Sometimes I wonder why we rich
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| And I pop bottles on the strip
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| Smoking purp no matter what
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| 40 cals that knock out chunks
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| Let my young niggas knock out chumps
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| Ya them yung niggas knock out fronts
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| And I’m standing there smokin blunts
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| Could’ve stopped but fuck you punks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Cop Whatever , by - The Jacka. Song from the album Demolition Men Presents The Jacka Is The Dopest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп