Z-Ro, Chris Ward - Tha Police lyrics

Man it's just weed man, you trippin'
Man I already gave you my
License and insurance man you trippin' man

Have you ever been arrested just
For being too clean on a Sunday night
They'll take you're car, take you to jail
Won't have a bond until Monday night
Man they just took 13 thousand
Dollars outta my pocket
Talkin' bout it's drug related
Cause I had a cigarillo they need to stop it
Since Barack Obama became the
First black president
Tha police have been waging war
Against the black residents
Racial profiling is at an all time high
We represent 10% of the population but
65% of the jail population
And I can't tell you why (why) , yeah
A lot of us are guilty as charged
And as much as I hate to say it
Some brothas deserve to be behind bars
You know the ones that beat on women
And the murderers and the rapists
And especially the ones that kidnap
And even abandon babies
I promise all I was doing
Was leaving the Waffle House
They shined they lights on me and they saw
The steak and waffles in my mouth
They pulled me over, took my money
And gave the King a weed case
And I'm STILL tryna get my
Money back from the state

I can't even ride down the street
Without being harassed by tha police
Ain't botherin' nobody so why y'all
Fuckin' with a G
So what I got a lil' drank and a lil' weed
I'm Screwed Up Click, officer we don't speed
I'm on swangers but in and out
The lane I don't weave
So what's yo probable cause
For handcuffing me
It's just a dollar to you laws
To take us away from our family

What the fuck damn, yeah, yeah
The popo see young Wowo
Holdin' and lookin' good
I'm from Yellowstone
So my car is yellow tone and I'm lookin' hood
Ground effects, black and gold
Vogues and '4s, i'm lookin' sporty
I heard HPD got an APB out
And they lookin' for me well guess what
Every curve I swerve I'm known
For hittin' the blinker bitch
All around the town, back and forth
Here and there on some frequent shit
I know you upset cause the paint so wet
You think it's leakin' bitch
So you pull me over and detain
Me on some juvenile delinquent shit
Like I don't know my rights from wrong
We ain't right your wrong so what
You're whoop whoopin' and your
Bright lights is on because it's gone
All the smokes been smoked and
The dranks been drunk
And here's my license and insurance
You faulty blue suit punk
Now what the funk you really want
Fuckin' with me
Cause it's obvious I'm C dot dub
A motherfuckin' G he had the gall to ask me
For some posters and some CDs
Said if I sign 'em he'll give me
A ticket and let me leave ain't that a BITCH

I'm from the Screwed Up Click
Officer we don't speed
And since we ain't going to
Or comin' back from we ain't got no mo' weed
Oh, I was weavin' in and out my lane, huh?
Z-Ro was drivin' recklessly
Does all this candy paint and this
Chrome have you upset with me
It's only a 300 man it ain't like it's a Jag
Just because you can't afford none of them
Ain't a reason to get mad my insurance good
It ain't nothin' wrong with none of my tags
Really you just fuckin' wit' me cause you
Got that gun and that badge
You ain't have no probable cause
To pull me over anyway
Cause, I wasn't doin' nothin'
You just tryna reach a quota for the day
Now a days, innocence is overrated
Everybody did it
Guilty until proven guilty, why
Cause jail is big business
The penitentiary get paid to clothe
Us and feed us without us they go broke
We get convicted cause they need us
But, I believe in Jesus, the one true judge
And he ain't gon' let you do nothin'
He don't want you to do judge