Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crooked Officer, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crooked Officer |
| Too many times I done been hated on, by 5−0 |
| Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow |
| I’m just trying to survive ho, and feed my family |
| And I ain’t killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me |
| I ride one deep, suspended license and all |
| My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law |
| I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang |
| But give a nigga five years, for less than a gram mayn |
| They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way |
| The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray |
| So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it |
| My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness |
| Sick of I’m missing you, so here’s what I’m fin to do |
| Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I’ma dig a few |
| The odds are against us, because we black |
| So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped |
| Mr. officer, crooked officer |
| Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya |
| We been living hard, so it won’t be soft for ya |
| Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up |
| Mr. officer, crooked officer |
| We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir |
| We been struggling to make it, in America too long |
| All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone |
| Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for |
| I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for |
| And that’s a shame, a nigga can’t ride nice |
| Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life |
| I wish I could make a citizen’s arrest |
| Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest |
| Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine |
| Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine |
| Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap |
| They’ll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack |
| That’s why they proud to be, an American |
| What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them |
| With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G |
| The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery |
| We ain’t picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops |
| Negro life in association, we issuing out Glocks |
| I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back |
| Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack |
| What about my medical condition, it’s some bullshit |
| We don’t give a damn if you die, one less nigga to deal with |
| Ask me why, I don’t give a fuck about the police |
| Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace |
| They planting dope on niggas, just to get a commission |
| And if we don’t cooperate, it’ll be a longer stay in prison |
| Everytime I had a flat, they’d just pass me by |
| And if I was laying on the ground, they’d never ask me why |
| But when I’m looking great, and rolling in something they can’t pronounce |
| They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce |
| Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers |
| The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggas |
| And it don’t matter if we working, on a 9-to-5 |
| We railroaded by the system, facing 99 |