SPK - Flagrant Cops lyrics

[Skit] [Noreaga] Hey yo the same OG Yo thats my sh** Switch CDs, threw on Nas sh** Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up In Flushing Meadows we call it "Lovers Lane" Every n***a probably there probably doin the same From the back seat, front seat Stashed in the glove compartment Where we keep the heat Shorty tried to kiss me I'm like "I don't kiss Yo don't take it personal yo some a** this But it's all good you could still s** my sh**" She star-struck b**h just wantin to f** Askin me repeatedly to say "What what" She s**ed my dick til I can't even bust Yo she, s**ed my sh** I had no more nuts Ayo it's time to break before it get too late Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date Then I rolled the Philly and I counted my bread She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it" Actin like she never had it like she really wanted I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move" Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up Heard a n***a say "Don't move and give it up" At this point I'm shook turn around and I look BANG BANG Yeah n***a just shot his a** Broken window plus I got blood on my gla** Get the car door open gat in my hand Still scoping lookin for who was approachin Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints Ah f** it I'll say that it was self defense But the b**h started yellin raisin hell-in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin But damn yo a n***a just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my Glock But they just shot a black man Forty one times He had no gat I got murder rhymes Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin I told her to chill before we get a felon My hand over her mouth, told her cut it out Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred Scared to d**h wishin I left The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all written The b**h sayin she sick stop bullsh**tin Alley Cat crib in Jamaica My little cousin he ain't gon say nuttin "Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?" I'm on Wanted Most America All of my phones is tapped now God Yo even my cellular Me and Martymore shout for sure Now we gang bangin yo, Arkansas I got a letter from the government the other day Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK" My n***as is sayin I'm hot makin em hot I'm all over the news for hittin the cop But I'm still poppin, polying with John Cochran He said before we talk, he need a mill I need to give myself up and he can make a deal I said "f** no I dont give a f** though Yo the cop asked for it plus a n***a got dough" The same b**h that I was with I'm still wit Ayo I felt her neck then I felt her tits Ayo the b**h wired then I heard a gat fired Remembered real quick feeling real sick I fell to the floor handcuffed the b**h got me "I was tangled in this all along Papi" Police got one and my Moms got the other copy I got bagged up for a bad s** I guess it's over now a n***a got bad luck Yo to the mutha f**in police uptown that shot that man I hope one of ya'll got to f**in Attica The other one go to Constalk The other one go to Clinton And the other one go to Sing-Sing And ya'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get f**ed in ya'll f**in a**holes f** the f**in NYPD