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Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my

niggas no they aint my kind I throw up the seven
Pussy nigga acting outta time better keep your weapon
All I hear is cap in your rhymes I don't want

How I love you!

So what's it all come to?
We don't entertain dudes, this for the baes and boos
So who can they run to?
When they wanna play tunes,

desire to be great

It is the starving itself
That makes us hungry to want more
Over time as you learn to fall
You'll rise to your feet faster than

rotation
Hamster wheel with the moves 
Plays be coming in twos
You can tell by my shoes 
I ain’t missing no meals 
And I done paid all my dues 
I just do

that's my dawgs
Ride til the wheels fall off, my dawg
F.R.E.S.H. Gang nigga got killers on call
Fuck you love all I want is the drawls
Tell baby brush her

Know this life's a game of chess
Know you gotta sacrifice a piece or more
To win success
I'm so sick I need a percocet
Love to all the first to check
My

running taller from here to the moon
That's why I can't borrow don't want act a fool
I grind like I owe and tomorrow is due
Cannot be a hoe I ain't pleasing

a murder
Doing up graft, I'm a worker
Earner, stay humble I'm a learner
Live by the gun and you will die by the burner
No sleep
I'm awake, I can't get no

want smoke
If it was good you would just choke
I'm gettin a bag no take and 'Cho
If you done then pass the blunt
I'm just

Smoking gas
I got gas ain't no

on their chest
Real nigga
I ain't never been A fraud
Left hand on the bible
Right hand up to God
Raised by the og's
Young nigga in charge
You ain't know much

the Dodgers
This the realest feeling you can get, she spicy like Sriracha
Ghetto shit I done walked by hoes sellin' ass
5 star pussy, beat it up and make her

these bitches want us for the fortune
I been wrong
Slowed down by the issues in my head
Got no time for tissues you can miss me when I'm dead
I be like

embracing fatherhood like a good father should
From the second I felt that first kick it was all good
I could write a book on how you took my heart
Which

cock-a-doodle-do
Want some of that morning wood? Sure baby I got you
Let me call a cab so you and I can get it cruising
In the back seat, all of these hickeys get

regularly on your life
Years went by, didn't need to meet, just saw it on my news feed
Nah don't remember that, well neither do I

So when did you last laugh

[Music: Mika, Rotten Sound]

[Lyrics: Keijo]

Yaaaah!

The bath we live in,

It's fucking contamined...

Call the cleaner, call the firemen!

I want

Out I'm hoppin', and I'm walkin', soul coppin', no more talkin'
Sure life is breezy, but you're never sleeping easy
Just dreaming of the day when I wake

I'm intrigued by your design

The price of fame it don't come cheaply
could you point me to the meaning
Could you tell me what's in store?
we all want

they can't neglect all this work
They doin' none, seeing this really hurts
But nothin' hurts more than see my cousin in that dirt
And in his favor, I

the minute and the second 
I alone have seen a dream I believe will never quiver 
Arrow in a notch on its tip is poison nigga
Even if I miss you, I'm praying

and you're not
In the field, never stop, never chill, never flop
I want to shove it so deep down my throat
That I'm choking on it
And stringers gonna come out

Lies

Steril

Egoism

1996

I never wanna miss my TV cancel set
I'm watching all the shows and wait for spots and breaks
You couldn't stop the way out TV talk and talk
My

Don't sit on the fence 
She want me to stay and lay in the bed 
But I told her ill be back by the morning 
My broski just picked half a k.......

You aint