Song | Crooked Officer |
Artist | Geto Boys |
Album | Till Death Do Us Part |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnett, Barriere, Johnson ... | |
Scarface: | |
I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine | |
I'm comin with a good line | |
Runnin after one time | |
I got a grudge against you blue suits | |
Black suits, white suits and state troops | |
That's the way you made us | |
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us | |
Lock us up for the summer | |
Took the brother's name away and passed us as a number | |
Just because you legally pack a gack man | |
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man | |
Especially you black cops | |
You let your gacks pop | |
Because them honkies got you brainwashed | |
Now we come to new dealings | |
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling | |
I'm cuttin shit short | |
Ain't no fillin out reports | |
Cause you ain't makin it to court | |
I'm lettin freedom ring | |
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off rodney king | |
It ain't shit that you can ask us | |
And since justice is blind, i'm gone buy the bitch some glasses | |
Wake the fuck up chumps | |
I'm comin after your ass | |
Crooked officer | |
Chorus: | |
Mr. officer, crooked officer | |
I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir | |
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long | |
It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on | |
Bushwick: | |
Oh mr. officer, crooked officer what's happening | |
You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend | |
Do i have to move to river oaks | |
And bleach my fuckin skin so i can look like these white folks | |
Just to get some assistance | |
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent | |
Cause you wanna harass me yeah | |
And if i talk back you wanna bust my black ass g | |
Just like rodney king | |
But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene | |
Try to pull me over on a dark road | |
But i'll be damned if i don't grab my nine and unload | |
Until every blue shirt turns red | |
You heard what i said | |
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead | |
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir | |
Cause i'm comin after your ass | |
Chorus: | |
Big mike: | |
Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant | |
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went | |
Say i shot a nigga the other night at a party | |
Lieing out they ass i was at home drinkin 40s | |
Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen | |
A big black nigga did the killin and i'm fittin the description | |
And you know they think all black niggas look alike | |
So now they got the flashlight lookin for big mike | |
Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me | |
Coppers wanna gaffle me | |
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me | |
Time and time again i told them i didn't do it | |
And they knew it | |
But they still pursued it | |
So them motherfuckers blew | |
So now i'm about to grab my shit | |
And put them son of a bitches six feet under | |
Cause i'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers | |
Turnin tables cause i'm able i ain't fallin victim | |
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them | |
Cause i ain't runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e never | |
Motherfuckin t-i-m-e of day | |
They'll have to g-u-t a me | |
Off the s-e-t | |
And my h double o d | |
Fuckin around with the b-i-g | |
You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e |
zuo ci : Barnett, Barriere, Johnson ... | |
Scarface: | |
I' m sick of you hoes tryin to run mine | |
I' m comin with a good line | |
Runnin after one time | |
I got a grudge against you blue suits | |
Black suits, white suits and state troops | |
That' s the way you made us | |
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us | |
Lock us up for the summer | |
Took the brother' s name away and passed us as a number | |
Just because you legally pack a gack man | |
Doesn' t necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man | |
Especially you black cops | |
You let your gacks pop | |
Because them honkies got you brainwashed | |
Now we come to new dealings | |
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling | |
I' m cuttin shit short | |
Ain' t no fillin out reports | |
Cause you ain' t makin it to court | |
I' m lettin freedom ring | |
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off rodney king | |
It ain' t shit that you can ask us | |
And since justice is blind, i' m gone buy the bitch some glasses | |
Wake the fuck up chumps | |
I' m comin after your ass | |
Crooked officer | |
Chorus: | |
Mr. officer, crooked officer | |
I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir | |
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long | |
It' s time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on | |
Bushwick: | |
Oh mr. officer, crooked officer what' s happening | |
You beat another black man' s ass and now you high tapping friend | |
Do i have to move to river oaks | |
And bleach my fuckin skin so i can look like these white folks | |
Just to get some assistance | |
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent | |
Cause you wanna harass me yeah | |
And if i talk back you wanna bust my black ass g | |
Just like rodney king | |
But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene | |
Try to pull me over on a dark road | |
But i' ll be damned if i don' t grab my nine and unload | |
Until every blue shirt turns red | |
You heard what i said | |
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead | |
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir | |
Cause i' m comin after your ass | |
Chorus: | |
Big mike: | |
Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant | |
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went | |
Say i shot a nigga the other night at a party | |
Lieing out they ass i was at home drinkin 40s | |
Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen | |
A big black nigga did the killin and i' m fittin the description | |
And you know they think all black niggas look alike | |
So now they got the flashlight lookin for big mike | |
Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me | |
Coppers wanna gaffle me | |
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me | |
Time and time again i told them i didn' t do it | |
And they knew it | |
But they still pursued it | |
So them motherfuckers blew | |
So now i' m about to grab my shit | |
And put them son of a bitches six feet under | |
Cause i' m sick of runnin from you motherfuckers | |
Turnin tables cause i' m able i ain' t fallin victim | |
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them | |
Cause i ain' t runnin from the police never | |
Motherfuckin time of day | |
They' ll have to gut a me | |
Off the set | |
And my h double o d | |
Fuckin around with the big | |
You' ll be in a grave |
zuò cí : Barnett, Barriere, Johnson ... | |
Scarface: | |
I' m sick of you hoes tryin to run mine | |
I' m comin with a good line | |
Runnin after one time | |
I got a grudge against you blue suits | |
Black suits, white suits and state troops | |
That' s the way you made us | |
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us | |
Lock us up for the summer | |
Took the brother' s name away and passed us as a number | |
Just because you legally pack a gack man | |
Doesn' t necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man | |
Especially you black cops | |
You let your gacks pop | |
Because them honkies got you brainwashed | |
Now we come to new dealings | |
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling | |
I' m cuttin shit short | |
Ain' t no fillin out reports | |
Cause you ain' t makin it to court | |
I' m lettin freedom ring | |
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off rodney king | |
It ain' t shit that you can ask us | |
And since justice is blind, i' m gone buy the bitch some glasses | |
Wake the fuck up chumps | |
I' m comin after your ass | |
Crooked officer | |
Chorus: | |
Mr. officer, crooked officer | |
I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir | |
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long | |
It' s time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on | |
Bushwick: | |
Oh mr. officer, crooked officer what' s happening | |
You beat another black man' s ass and now you high tapping friend | |
Do i have to move to river oaks | |
And bleach my fuckin skin so i can look like these white folks | |
Just to get some assistance | |
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent | |
Cause you wanna harass me yeah | |
And if i talk back you wanna bust my black ass g | |
Just like rodney king | |
But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene | |
Try to pull me over on a dark road | |
But i' ll be damned if i don' t grab my nine and unload | |
Until every blue shirt turns red | |
You heard what i said | |
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead | |
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir | |
Cause i' m comin after your ass | |
Chorus: | |
Big mike: | |
Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant | |
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went | |
Say i shot a nigga the other night at a party | |
Lieing out they ass i was at home drinkin 40s | |
Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen | |
A big black nigga did the killin and i' m fittin the description | |
And you know they think all black niggas look alike | |
So now they got the flashlight lookin for big mike | |
Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me | |
Coppers wanna gaffle me | |
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me | |
Time and time again i told them i didn' t do it | |
And they knew it | |
But they still pursued it | |
So them motherfuckers blew | |
So now i' m about to grab my shit | |
And put them son of a bitches six feet under | |
Cause i' m sick of runnin from you motherfuckers | |
Turnin tables cause i' m able i ain' t fallin victim | |
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them | |
Cause i ain' t runnin from the police never | |
Motherfuckin time of day | |
They' ll have to gut a me | |
Off the set | |
And my h double o d | |
Fuckin around with the big | |
You' ll be in a grave |