Flagrant Cops

Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit

Switch CD's threw on Nas shit

Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up

Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up

Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"

Every nigga probably here probably doin' the same

From the front seat back seat

Stashed in the glove compartment where we keep the heat

Shorty try to kiss me, I'm like "I don't kiss

Don't take it personal yo some ass this

But it's all good you could still suck my shit

She star-struck bitch just wantin' to fuck

Askin' me repeatedly to say what, what

She sucked my dick till I can't even bust

She sucked my shit I had no more nuts

Hey, yo it's time to break before it get too late

Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date

But I rolled the Philly and I counted my bread

She said, "One more time" and she grabbed my head

I'm like wow she spittin' on it gettin' on it

Actin' like she never had it, like she really wanted

I heard a knock on the window said, "Don't move"

Yo, I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up

Heard a nigga say, "Don't move and give it up"

At this point I'm shook turn around and I look

Bang, bang, yeah nigga just shot his ass

Broken window plus I got blood on my glass

Get the car door open gat in my hand

Still soapin' lookin' for who was approachin'

Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints

Ah fuck, it I'll say that it was self defense

But the bitch started yellin' raisin' hell in

I probably gotta body or two to see tellin'

But then yo a nigga just shot a cop

Pig's blood on my clothes, pig's blood on my glock

But they just shot a black man forty one times

He had no gat I got murder rhymes

What choo think they would've did if they see mine

The chick out of control wildin' screamin' and yellin'

I told her to chill before we get a felon

My hand over her mouth I told her cut it out

Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred

Scared to death wishin' I left

The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all red

The bitch sayin' she sick stop bullshittin'

I gotta cat crib in Jamaica

My little cousin he ain't gonna say nuttin'

"Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?"

I'm on Wanted Most America

All of my phones is tapped now God, yo even my cellular

Me and Marty more shout for sure now we gang bangin' yo arc the sore

I gotta letter from the government the other day

Yo, I opened it up and yo I peep what it say

It said, "You can't get away ya hear? The KKK"

My niggas is sayin' I'm hot makin' 'em hot

I'm all over the news for hittin' the cop

But I'm still poppin' partyin' with John Chalkin

He said, "Before we talk we need a meal"

I need to get myself up and he can make a deal

I said, "Fuck no I don't give a fuck though

Yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough"

The same bitch that I was with I'm still wit'

Hey, yo I felt her neck and I felt her tits

Hey, yo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired

Remembered real quick feeling real sick

I fell to the floor handcuffed the bitch got me

I was tangled in this all along Poppy

Police got one and my Moms got the other copy

I got bagged up for a bad suck

I guess it's over now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin' police uptown that shot that man

I hope one of y'all got to fuckin' Attica

The other one go to Con stalk

The other one go to Clinton

And the other one go to Sing-Sing

And y'all all wear wigs and lipstick

And get fucked in y'all fuckin' assholes

Fuck the fuckin' NYPD