Geto Boys - Crooked Officer lyrics

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 pa**ed 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 f** all the dumb sh**, the line of work is cap peeling I'm cuttin sh** 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 f**in off rodney king It ain't sh** that you can ask us And since justice is blind, i'm gone buy the b**h some gla**es Wake the f** up chumps I'm comin after your a** Crooked officer Chorus: Mr. officer, crooked officer I wanna put your a** in a coffin sir Cause you done f**ed with n***as like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherf**in sh** and get it on Bushwick: Oh mr. officer, crooked officer what's happening You beat another black man's a** and now you high tapping friend Do i have to move to river oaks And bleach my f**in skin so i can look like these white folks Just to get some a**istance Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent Cause you wanna hara** me yeah And if i talk back you wanna bust my black a** g Just like rodney king But if you try that sh** 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 motherf**ers dead So you better start pickin out your coffin sir Cause i'm comin after your a** Chorus: Big mike: Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant Punk a** laws wanna know where the gun went Say i shot a n***a the other night at a party Lieing out they a** i was at home drinkin 40s Coolin with my n***as playin dominoes in the kitchen A big black n***a did the k**in and i'm fittin the description And you know they think all black n***as look alike So now they got the flashlight lookin for big mike Jackin n***as 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 motherf**ers blew So now i'm about to grab my sh** And put them son of a b**hes six feet under Cause i'm sick of runnin from you motherf**ers 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 Motherf**in 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 f**in around with the b-i-g You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e