Body Count - Black Hoodie lyrics
[Body Count - Black Hoodie lyrics]
All these people out here tripping off police
Brutality like this shit is something new
Give me a fucking break
I've been talking about this shit
For over 20 years
And now you can kill a motherfucker
Just because of how he's dressed?
Are you fucking serious?
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
This is how it happened
Out late night just chilling with my clique
No one had a gun, everyone's legit
One of my boys is drunk, I'm talking toe'd up
He can barely talk off that Cognac
Then the cops roll up
I don't know why he ran
Maybe traffic warrants I
Still don't understand
That motherfucker's crazy, the homies laughed
He might've got a block and
Then we heard shots
The fucking cop shot him, yo, a nigga's dead!
They hit him twice in the back
Once in the head and leg
We all went crazy on that pig shit
They aimed at us, they meant business
They didn't have to shoot him
He didn't have a gun
What they're gonna say is "Why
The fuck he run?" we can't be seeing this
I'm like "What the fuck?"
My man's laying dead
They still cuffing him up
You motherfuckers
Call the fucking paramedics man
My man's not breathing, man
What the fuck's the matter wit' you, man?
Aw shit
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Now it's our day in court, we gotta have hope
Maybe some justice, someone got it on video
They say do something, he used to gang bang
They made my homie look like
Fucking shit on everything
Had on a black hoodie, that's all it took
The DA portrayed him as a
Dirty fucking street crook
They let the cops off, nobody fucking marched
Nobody had a clue, it's never made the news
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie
Brutality like this shit is something new
Give me a fucking break
I've been talking about this shit
For over 20 years
And now you can kill a motherfucker
Just because of how he's dressed?
Are you fucking serious?
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
This is how it happened
Out late night just chilling with my clique
No one had a gun, everyone's legit
One of my boys is drunk, I'm talking toe'd up
He can barely talk off that Cognac
Then the cops roll up
I don't know why he ran
Maybe traffic warrants I
Still don't understand
That motherfucker's crazy, the homies laughed
He might've got a block and
Then we heard shots
The fucking cop shot him, yo, a nigga's dead!
They hit him twice in the back
Once in the head and leg
We all went crazy on that pig shit
They aimed at us, they meant business
They didn't have to shoot him
He didn't have a gun
What they're gonna say is "Why
The fuck he run?" we can't be seeing this
I'm like "What the fuck?"
My man's laying dead
They still cuffing him up
You motherfuckers
Call the fucking paramedics man
My man's not breathing, man
What the fuck's the matter wit' you, man?
Aw shit
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie
It's hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me
And that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down
With bullets in my back
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Now it's our day in court, we gotta have hope
Maybe some justice, someone got it on video
They say do something, he used to gang bang
They made my homie look like
Fucking shit on everything
Had on a black hoodie, that's all it took
The DA portrayed him as a
Dirty fucking street crook
They let the cops off, nobody fucking marched
Nobody had a clue, it's never made the news
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie