Представляем точный текст композиции "Crooked Officer" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Crooked Officer» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Crooked Officer"
Lyrics to Crooked Officer : [Z-Ro] Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow Im just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family And I aint killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me I ride one deep, suspended license and all My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness Sick of Im missing you, so heres what Im fin to do Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch Ima dig a few The odds are against us, because we black So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped [Hook] Mr. officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya We been living hard, so it wont be soft for ya Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up Mr. officer, crooked officer We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir We been struggling to make it, in America too long All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone [Z-Ro] Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for I roll on 24s, so the Dopeman is what they get me for And thats a shame, a nigga cant ride nice Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life I wish I could make a citizens arrest Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap Theyll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack Thats why they proud to be, an American What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery We aint picking cotton no mo bitch, we picking off cops Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks [Hook] [Z-Ro] I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack What about my medical condition, its some bullshit We dont give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with Ask me why, I dont give a fuck about the police Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace They planting dope on niggaz, just to get a commission And if we dont cooperate, itll be a longer stay in prison Everytime I had a flat, theyd just pass me by And if I was laying on the ground, theyd never ask me why But when Im looking great, and rolling in something they cant pronounce They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggaz And it dont matter if we working, on a 9-to-5 We rerouted by the system, facing 99 [Hook] [ Crooked Officer Lyrics ]
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