Napalm - Crooked Cop lyrics

Hahaha, yeah Super, this is super, yeah [Verse 1] A "100 Miles and Runnin" on the block cause I'm wanted The cops try to say I'm under arrest for nuttin Since I'm young and paid, drivin a big truck One of the main reasons they don't give a f** When you got a warrant that's not good Dirty cops throw your hands on the hot hood Gettin frisked by the you know who Crooked a** detectives don't even have a clue When it's time to run, I jump gates, throw milk crates Do whatever so I don't get shipped upstate First flat, already tryna bust caps Talkin about they tryin to get somebody's purse back They wanna see me under the precinct Gettin disrepected, treated undecent That's why I bounce when they pa** by f** that, I ain't goin out like the last guy [Chorus] It's a dirty game out there Crooked cops takin shots Snitches sayin names out there This ain't your block, I got dibs on that Run in cribs with kids and blow wigs back Police is grimy, lookin like "try me" Ready to lock me up, ridin by me I just put my game face on Five of us deep, all singin the same song [Verse 2] Yeah, put your hands up, y'all know what time it is We all going, whether the sh**'s mine or his Tryna catch a n***a six in the morning In my boxers, catch a n***a while he yawning (feet don't fail me now) I can't get locked up, there's no stash for the bail now So a n***a gotta change the routine, take a little trip OT Catch a new scene, playin big man games Get knocked said no names And I don't even sell dope or c**aine In the streets, my block's full of track stars Everybody tryna look like some rap star For every dirty cop there's another block Full of hard rocks 'bout to get got DT's when they pa** us, they hara** us I gotta rock a vest, cause they even blast us [Chorus] [Verse 3] They never seen me comin Jumpin over they car, like that badge don't mean nothin My third strike, see me on a dirt bike All they know is that he's black and his shirt's white I have no regards for authority All I know is that I'm gettin money and have more to feed When they start with that "come out with your hands up" Talkin 'bout "put his a** in handcuffs" I'm a hit the back streets, throw the heat in my man's jeep While it movin and stack heat I can't sleep cause I'm p-noid Always lookin out for unmarked cars and decoys It's a jungle so I got a good lawyer And all y'all DA's I got somethin for ya I'm still gettin blunted when the cops is comin Shots got me a "100 Miles and Runnin" [Chorus] - 2X (*police sirens appear behind Chorus the second time*)