Lyrics:
I picture change every day man,cause I’m thinking about my son
If you gotta problem then speak ya mind let’s duke it out with no gun
Mr officer
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Freedom of the plant, as we came to take a stand, take a stand
say shit once and I don't make him repeat himself (Officer Me)
Black, has no standing at law
Black billy club back to the jaw
They got the got
Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Freedom of the plant, as we came to take a stand, take a stand
to trial, all four officers got acquitted
Ahmaud Arbery, his skin made him a target
Two racist white men shot him while he was joggin'
(B)
Betty Jones was
City
I repeat
We need immediate help at Club Yuck in Downtown Chuckle City
Chuckle City Police Officer
Aye hold up hold up
What's going on?
Chuckle City
with the new
Got a '96 drop AMG, that bitch blue
Officer pulled me over but bitch
You must be joking
That was a cigarette I was smoking
That was
Are you guys letting me go now?
Yeah yeah, I'm afraid not, ya fuckin' dog of a cunt! Let's go, dickhead!
Officer, you said I was only gonna be here
enough grip on the club when I hit
the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly.
Champion: (Start Grunting)
Donald: The Champion is starting
and im leanin
The whole hood love me
Yeah my name holds weight
Mr. officer
Can you give me a break
Got the Candy paint drippin
Candy flippin N my visions
I didn't kill this bitch, man, she did it herself Get out my face officer, or I'll remove you
myself I didn't kill this bitch, man, she did it
Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna
Jyea
Yea
Yeaaa...
We pull up to the club
Fresh up off the grind
Me and my lil buddies
And we finna Jump the line
Jump the line every time
Yeah
Uh
Ahh
Please don't arrest me officer, I didn't do shit
And if you keep fucking with me then I'ma lose it
I cannot sleep at night it's
Off that give a fuck
I do the road with my amigo
It’s a lot gram dirty vans and the weed smoke
Painting shit like I’m basquiat
Me and people
Officers
and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just
and thinned
The good old Indian army was a fact
That famous monumental man
The Officer and Gentleman
Can still recall the glories of Bombay or Katmandu
In
and thinned
The good old Indian army was a fact
That famous monumental man
The Officer and Gentleman
Can still recall the glories of Bombay or Katmandu
In
Opèléngè
Yeah
As you dey see me so, I just dey
I been deh hustle from Monday to Thursday
So Friday, Saturday and Sunday
Na for me to flexz bro I dey club way
down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)
Let's get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay
at this club, this place called Roy's
I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys
There were hands swingin', people singin' and others
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go "YEE!"
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla
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