Trish - Crooked Cops lyrics

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow] Officer, my hands is up Please don't shoot, but I might run Run n***a, run n***a, run n***a I've been black since '91 Piggy piggy, hold your tongue Run n***a, run n***a, run n***a What, you want some open graves? I'll make you catch this f**ing fade My tendencies be "f** 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 a** 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 f** Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch Call the homies, call my mama Take his badge and f** him up Then f** him up and make him cry And remember where we lived and died [Pre-Hook] No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no [Hook: Rejjie Snow] 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 [Bridge: Trish] I'm tellin' you now Police in their feelings, they scared and they k**in' 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 [Pre-Hook] No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no [Hook: Rejjie Snow] 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 [Verse 2: Rejjie Snow] 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' sh** 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 [?] f** is up? I know my rights The sirens [?] flashing light [Outro] Crooked cops, crooked cops Crook-crook-crooked cops I don't wanna hear this sh** no more (I don't wanna hear it no motherf**in' more You talkin' about motherf**in' all lives matter) I don't wanna hear this sh** no more (I don't wanna hear this Nobody is k**in' your brothers, your sisters, your father, your mother - nobody is k**in' y'all motherf**ers in the street They k**in' us!) I don't wanna hear this sh** no more (The f** is wrong with you?) No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no