Crooked Officer Lyrics
| Song | Crooked Officer |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Best of the Geto Boys and Scarface |
| 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 |
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