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