C.O.P E

Your ticket to the parade. Put your hand on the wheel. My hand's on The wheel. That's right, down on the gas. I have to record this. Huh. Yeah, Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, Yeah, Back once again with Top Dolla, My friend. Real ass nigga, I'm not for the Pretend. Former haters is calling, they tryna make Their amends. If I see 'em, I'll rob 'em And take 'em out they trendy clothes. They 'posed to be posing like they a ho? I suppose. Meanwhile, I'm keeping it ten toes. I'm militant the way I be stepping like tenfold. The only words that ever could scare me is 10-4. Okay, fuck a cop, fuck a po-po-pod, fuck Everything. B-Rabbit on a mic, coming with the heavy Swing. Motion picture, make a movie with the stick. Hide the strap after I empty out the clip. Officer Johnson, why are you on my johnson? Patting me down like you like to touch my Dick. I better be calm before this white boy Flip. In a new Slick Rick like the cops Shot the kid. Got me running over and over Again. Over and over. Got me running over and over Again. Yeah, yeah, Uh. Over over. Fuck what you think. I'm about to step up on the scene. Me, myself with no team. A dollar and a dream. Bitch, I'm like a rock to a fiend. The type to get you straight with the lean. No, I don't want my PO checking on a P. They make it very clear that they'll never Trust me. I don't give a fuck what they Say or they think. 'Cause I'ma switch the cup Every time they even blink. Got kicked out of five high schools in four Years. Had my mama in courtrooms and shedding tears. Commissary hotel blocks, dodging the opps. So now you can see why I really love The cops. Ha. And I love the judge too, And the DA every time they tryna judge you. Psych. Let me tell the truth. Middle finger to the court screaming, "Fuck you." Got me running over and over again. Over and over. Got me running over again. Over and over.