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Rejjie Snow

Genres: Hip-Hop

Crooked Cops Lyrics - Rejjie Snow

Officer, my hands is up 

Please don't shoot, but I might run 

Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga 

I've been black since '91 

Piggy piggy, hold your tongue 

Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga 

What, you want some open graves? 

I'll make you catch this fucking fade 

My tendencies be "fuck the law" 

But mama said, "just look away" 

Hands up, keep my weapon on me 

[?] what's up, homie? 

Friday night [?] slow day 

Pull me over, I record it 

Bar my head and kiss this ass 

And this bacon did smell off 

Black and white, you [?] my rights 

These crooked cops they hate by sight 

Blackest skin, the blackest name 

From Africa my father came 

From mother eath he saw the dirt 

From broken souls to heal the curse 

Public enemy? My felony was being black as fuck 

Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch 

Call the homies, call my mama 

Take his badge and fuck him up 

Then fuck him up and make him cry 

And remember where we lived and died 

 

No, no, no, no, noo 

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no 

 

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Crooked cop, crooked cop 

Crook-crook-crooked cop 

Crooked cop, crooked cop 

Crooked, crooked cop 

Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops 

Crooked cops, crooked 

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops 

 

I'm tellin' you now 

Police in their feelings, they scared and they killin' 

They shootin' us down 

My hands up, they shootin', they shootin', they shootin' 

They shootin' us down 

Why? Please tell me where 

Public enemy number 1, I was the black man 

They be usin' their badges 

As a weapon to [?] shoot at us and back up 

Tell me why? I, I think I know why 

Why they wanna shoot me down 

I think I know 'cause they crooked cops 

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops 

 

Photos 

 

No, no, no, no, noo 

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no 

 

Crooked cop, crooked cop 

Crook-crook-crooked cop 

Crooked cop, crooked cop 

Crooked, crooked cop 

Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops 

Crooked cops, crooked 

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops 

 

Call me back, no text emoji 

Pants be saggin', I've been taggin' 

Officer, my record flawless 

Rappin' since like '96 when ODB was runnin' shit 

Grammy nominated, hope there's trophies in my cabinet 

Hide your kids and hide your wife 

The reaper creepin' through the night 

Crawl in, Mr. Officer, my fingerprints gon' testify 

Tats up on my neck and face 

From GTA to [?] 

Fuck is up? I know my rights 

The sirens [?] flashing light 

 

Crooked cops, crooked cops 

Crook-crook-crooked cops 

I don't wanna hear this shit no more 

(I don't wanna hear it no motherfuckin' more 

You talkin' about motherfuckin' all lives matter) 

I don't wanna hear this shit no more 

(I don't wanna hear this 

Nobody is killin' your brothers, your sisters, your father, your mother - nobody is killin' y'all motherfuckers in the street 

They killin' us!) 

I don't wanna hear this shit no more 

(The fuck is wrong with you?) 

 

No, no, no, no, noo 

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no 

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