Crooked Officer
Geto Boys And Scarface
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I just got a problem with the officer puttin drugs on me
That, you know, I don't have, and that upsets me
I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine
I'm comin with a gun 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
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you played us
Locked us up for the summer
Took a nigga's name and plate, and passed his ass a number
Just because you legally pack a gat, man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops, you let your gats pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed
So now we come to new dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cop-killings
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 nuttin you can ask us
And since justice is blind, I'm about to get some glasses
Word the fuck up chucks
I'm comin after yo' ass, crooked officer
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on
Oh Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer, what's happenin?
You beat another black man's ass and now you high cappin
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 it's 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 son
Cause I'm comin after your ass
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on
Mama called me up the other day, I got a warrant
Punk-ass laws wanna know where the gun went
Said I shot a nigga the other day at a party
Lyin out they ass I was at home drinkin 40's
Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin, and I fit the description
Yeah, 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 'em I didn't do it and they knew it
But they still pursued it so them motherfuckers blew it
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 them motherfuckers
Turnin tables cause I'm able, I ain't fallin victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick 'em
Cause I ain't runnin from a P-O-L-I-C-E
Nigga I motherfuckin T-I-M-E they gon' have to G-E-T at me
Off the S-E-T, in my H-double-O-D
Fuckin round with the B-I-G there bein a G-R-A-V-E
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on
Mr. Officer, Crooked Officer
I wanna put yo' ass in a coffin son
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on