Z-Ro - Crooked Officer lyrics

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 ho
And feed my family
And I ain't killed nobody
But still rough is how they handle me
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window
Screaming fuck the law
I know what you protect and serve
Not a god damn thang
But give a nigga five years
For less than a gram mayn
They got me feeling Devin
Tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja
In a doobie ashtray so I can cope with it
Not trying to travel up and smoke with it
My kinfolk in the maximum security
For no bidness sick of I'm missing you
So here's what I'm fin to do
Bounty hunting for badges
Fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot
And always be strapped

Mr officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
We been living hard
So it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood
Until you cough it up
Mr officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed
Our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it
In America too long
All we wanna do is live our life
And be left alone

Illegal search 45 minutes
What the fuck you looking for
I roll on 24's
So the Dopeman is what they get me for
And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
Without getting harassed
And facing 25 to life
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
Knock the busters in the hole
And blow the badges up off of they chest
Controlled substance on the ground
And it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed
And they look blacker than mine
Six months for getting caught up
With a soldier strap
They'll put the felonies on me
But keep your doja sack
That's why they proud to be, an American
What about my Negro people
Look how they stare at them
With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G
The Judicial system
Is our modern day slavery
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch
We picking off cops
Negro life in association
We issuing out Glocks

I put my hands up too slow
And I got shot in the back
Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon
Left to ride in the pack
What about my medical condition
It's some bullshit
We don't give a damn if you die
One less nigga to deal with ask me why
I don't give a fuck about the police
Cause all they offer is the penitentiary
With no peace they planting dope on niggas
Just to get a commission
And if we don't cooperate
It'll be a longer stay in prison
Everytime I had a flat
They'd just pass me by
And if I was laying on the ground
They'd never ask me why
But when I'm looking great
And rolling in something they can't pronounce
They looking for any reason
Not to let a nigga bounce
Whether expired registration
Or inspection stickers
The only thing be on they mind
Is we gon get them niggas
And it don't matter if we working
On a 9-to-5
We railroaded by the system, facing 99