O.C. - Constables lyrics

Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me

I’ll make wax, I’ll pay tax
I don’t sell crack accept the kickbacks
You’re called up on dispatch
The deal you done did with a dealer
You done dissed him
Took letters from his box
Now he’s buried in the system
You see me coming out of
My building all types of days and nights
Wondering if I got a nine to five
Clothes are always knew, so you cry, I spy
A flashing ghost smile
You’re in the corner of my eye
Walking, I feel the hawk over
Right beside me sober
But, I act nervous and start to walk lively
Sharp left from Rock, then I start to jog
Hearing speed accelerating from the J8’s car
The sirens sound violent, they inspect more
Not ready, i’m on the stoop with my
Man named Little Eddy
We start laughing ‘cause next door
From me is a house
That has traffic like drugs are free
But, I’m a
New face in a new place of a melon race
Guess black in ‘em makes a good felon case
And that’s
Not so, and I get mad ‘cause everywhere I go
Long as I’m dark, rocking
Clarks in my village, though
Police be clocking me

Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me

They’re clocking, jocking, and knocking me
Wanting a reason for whacking me
But, I ain’t committing no crime
Soon as they’re stopping me
OC rolling for dolo, a solo cop car comes
Screeching in my presence, in
A second, yelling, "Freeze!"
I’m scared, I cannot stop, hop over a fence
Running frantic, sending OC into a panic
I ‘fuse to be Rodney hardly
You won’t scar me beating me down, yelling
Smelling of old and coffee cinder
Fucking hard, but soft to a stick
Some cops are cool and some
Are just downright dicks
You won’t asphyxiate me in a chokehold
Death mocking me
So for that, eat my dust and keep clocking me
Check the speedometer, check how I’m flashing
Nightsticks, and you don’t have the
Same type of fashion
Two blocks behind me, two
Jakes, and one blue, one
White pair of Glocks equals 32 shots? I
Think not

Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me

What for?! Is it
My b-boy presence mixed with mature?
Is it the stone in me, comb the city in a
Benz? Legitimate plus without ends
Paperwork was right
But sat us at a red light
Giving dirty looks
I guess assuming we were crooks
Scoping the car, tags up to par, rims
Shining in your face with
The tires Armor-Alled, and them
Dig it all youngins my
Complexion have been through, getting
Stress, so I know you
Understand what I manifest
And Flannery, O’Toole, Vasquez, and black cop
Jones, all crooked with fat rides and homes
Watch your own PD
Put an APB on your sergeant
Corrupt cash, careers skating on the margin
Next time, read me my rights
Check out the snipes, look
Behind you on the wall, sucker i rocks mics
You dumb jakes

Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me
Police be clocking me police be clocking me