Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skrewed Up, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Legendary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1 Deep Entertainment
Song language: English
Skrewed Up |
We got pulled over on Larpenteur |
Cop: I told him not to reach for it! |
I told him to get his hand out… |
You shot four bullets into him, sir |
He was just getting his license and registration, sir |
Please don’t tell me he’s gone, please Jesus no, please no! |
We are witnessing the return of slavery |
Alive tomorrow is what I pray everyday to be |
They gon' shoot me down ain’t no pepper spray or tasin' me |
Then lie about it while the truth |
Is layin' in the grave with me (fucked up) |
Racial profilin' at an all time high (all time high) |
Black, any height, any weight, tats or no tats, we die |
No happiness for black mothers and fathers, we cry |
Can’t do nothin' except drank and smoke, so we drunk we high |
All we wanna do is keep on breathin' |
Seems like they murder one mo' brotha every evenin' |
They got us stretched out on the boulevard bleedin' |
It feel like soon as we get to this bitch we leavin' |
The devil is a lie, somebody already told you that |
Black lives don’t matter, the law already showed you that |
War time, I’ll be where the rest of the other soldiers at |
Whenever we open the door the close it back, so skrewed up |
This world we livin' in is so skrewed up |
And I ain’t talkin' DJ Screw, it’s so skrewed up |
This world we livin' in is so skrewed up |
And I ain’t talkin' DJ Screw |
He been followin' us around the neighborhood, then pulled us over |
Yeah, we bouta take him to the house off all alone, then gon' up in there and |
see if he like it |
Two black guys, really it’s niggers, they don’t own no house out here |
Just shows you being black in America |
Fuck you mean where I’m going and why you need to know that |
I pay yo salary through my taxes can I get my dough back |
Why am I here? |
I live here if you lived here you would know that |
And you can’t search me, you do whatever to make me go back |
It’s just another arrest to you |
Get off work, go see yo family, ain’t no stress to you |
Like you a hunter right, I’m just another catch to you |
Another good shoot, I ain’t even a death to you |
God damn it here I am, shoot my fuckin' ass |
Cop: Sir get back, now! |
No! |
Cop: Get back |
Fuck you! |
Cop: Sir, get back! |
Put the gun down, put it down now! |
Uh |
I got a homie that’s a constable, we always talk |
And they don’t like that fact that we cool so we can’t always talk |
And he ain’t crooked either, straight as how we always walk |
Unlike some of his coworkers, cause straight ain’t how they always walk |
High-fivin' after a shoot in front of a grievin' family |
It’s us against them, I see it comin' please understand me |
Constable Alan Rosen really tryna bridge the gap |
This is a message, you trippin' if you think this is a rap |
Cop: He’s got his hand up there for it now |
Cop: This guy’s still walking, isn’t following command |
Cop: After taser I think, that looks like a bad dude too, they be on something |
Shots fired! |
Cop: Got a 331, got shots fired, got a suspect down |