Lyrics:
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
laid face down on the concrete
Cuz a cop said you fit the descript
Ever got pulled over in a nice Hood
They gripped up cuz they feel
Like you a threat
Yo, law is it cool if a nigga just
Get fucked up for this one?
Yeah, Mr fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin'?
Puffin'
and the clips run out
I bet I make history i bet I make history
When it all goes down
And the cops come round
That murder's a mystery
That murder's a mystery
back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and
My bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch
the bad bitches in the club
I don't wanna ever fuck with cops
Sex after drugs I'm having fun....
You turn it up
Got the bad bitches in the club
I don't
I don't make love songs, lil' bitch know I don't Make clubs
Songs Heard you're new to the city, where you Come from
Got the guys rollin' with me,
Late last night, 12:29
You were a social butterfly
And tonight you feel the pain
The club was packed, you didn't hold back
Tight shirt, short skirt
couldn't handle
Joey kept the coke stashed
By his baby moms crib
And a couple of grams of weed
Stashes at the back of his car sit
One day the cops went
like one at a time
Ice out my wrist, ice out my chain
Ice out my grill might go cop me a ring
Step in the club everybody wanna hang
Them bitches like me
name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then
thang
Ice cube insane in the membrane
We gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
I wanna get that, cop
Can't fuck with a smooch or a bop
Way he talk think he hang with the opps
At my job I get stalked by the cops
In my hood I'm surrounded by swat
Why
a foreign on the chain
And on the watch
He don't fuck with many people anti social
Mr. Who The Fuck
Pulling up inside the coupe so what
He popped a perc
My country is
It is of the
This sick sad world
Of misery
Paid leave to cops who murder
Is the standard course of action
A ruthless insult to humanity
They're protesting. Marching on the concrete.
Another black boy dead by his moms feet
Hysterical, he had a job that was clerical
People used to say
night that I don't go to I
Can't complain if I've got no social life
Stick in the Mud, it is so good
To never go out for a drink to a club
Stick in
you ain't supposed to feel but that would fuck me up
That you can devise a plan that can possible fuck me up
That's why I'm always by myself, I would
Local (yeaaa)
And I'm blowing up man just peep my socials
(Let's go)
It's Clay Raw and my flow is ridiculous
In the club with the Glick inconspicuous
When
and they're all acting tough
3 kids vs. 6 or 7 cops all armed with billy clubs
The cops they did it just cause those kids color and their age
They say
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from
left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole
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