Lyrics:
Central is a long way"
Mr officer, Mr officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
Gunshot, Dem ah go bust
Dem ah go bust, bust, bust
Jamaican posse,
working out for you and I
We have to try and rearrange
Oh Lord, hey
Oh Lord listen up listen up
Shu bli, bla, bli, bli, bli, wooo
Watch out
Egunje Police
THROUGH" At that time
Officers Perez and O'Farrell stated the crowd
Waiting in line outside started
To try and push the employees working
The door out
play the part as directed
Mysterious, a bit electric, and free
I'll blow a kiss through the central AC
I see her in the stairway
She'll me where I've
but the officer's fine (Huh?)
Guess I wasn't as black as he said (Yea)
Yuh
Straight from the jump
I'm wearing a hoodie so you must think I am a threat
a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped
Mr. officer, crooked officer
a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped
Mr. officer, crooked officer
niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time
Born and raised in South Central
Where you could die being broke
So I kept it presidential
Fucc 12, that's a mental
They gang banging in my city
But
Ayo what up with it, yeah it's been a minute
I'm good on this side of the fence
Same shit different spot on the navigation
Just being patient working
"Okay Mr Fuggy Pun"
(Coughs) "Yes officer..."
"So what happened to Mrs. Sara Pun 5 years ago?"
"Aiit, okay officer, (coughs) here's what happened"
of his flashlight it moved to the backseat and he tried to pry open the passenger door
chorus: well officer e. of the garretsville's finest
has been
brothers being treated ill
(He's strong!)
They say to chill, they say my homey's not available
(Stay strong!)
I hear Mama they got him working on tha Payroll
Hey momma, pick up the phone
I’m calling /I’m balling
Locked in Brooklyn central booking
That’s right I got caught
Just drinking /Just smoking
Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary
With your .357, officer Kevin
Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
Head got the flat top, boots
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
Please, can't breathe, officer don't shoot
Tell
season formed Black Panther
Mr dirty Harry, you look really scary
With your 357, officer Kevin
Spent 11 years on the force
Trying to get mine head got
brothers being treated ill
(He's strong!)
They say to chill, they say my homey's not available
(Stay strong!)
I hear Mama they got him working on tha Payroll
Scarfone!
Father Riley:
Catholic Girls!
Officer Butzis:
Hey! She gave me VD!
Father Riley:
Catholic Girls!
Warren:
Toni Carbone!
Chorus:
on a runway
Attention, officer's on duty
And then she tosie slide for me
Make way make i fill her up
She say come be my company
Make i run her industry
Gwantana
stopped practicing
Teachers said oh
Mission accomplished, well done
My hard drive keeps working well
Why should I do change?
Hey, hey, hey, "Central Perk"
The opposite end of the same officer's gun
Our legacy to resist, our legacy to exist
Black Panthers and AIM both taught us how to fight
Fort Lawton occupation,
done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing
Mr. Officer, I'm already on my knees
I can't get on the ground any further,
Working overtime
Working overtime
Working overtime
Working overtime
My brain
Working overtime
Working overtime
My heart
Working overtime
Working
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