| Lyrics: | [Z-Ro]
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 hoe, 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 lessing the crowd mayn
They got to feel me
Devin, tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja, in a newbie ass
tre
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
Buy
me 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
[Hook]
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
[Z-Ro]
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 |
