Crooked Cops - Rejjie Snow, Tish Hyman

Crooked Cops - Rejjie Snow, Tish Hyman

Год
2017
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
227520

Nedan finns texten till låten Crooked Cops , artist - Rejjie Snow, Tish Hyman med översättning

Låttexten " Crooked Cops "

Originaltext med översättning

Crooked Cops

Rejjie Snow, Tish Hyman

Officer, my hands is up

Please don’t shoot, but I might run

Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga

I’ve been black since '91

Piggy piggy, hold your tongue

Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga

What, you want some open graves?

I’ll make you catch this fucking fade

My tendencies be «fuck the law»

But mama said, «just look away»

Hands up, keep my weapon on me

Blade be tucked so what’s up, homie?

Friday night and cruising slow, they

Pull me over, I record it

Bow my head and kiss this ass

And this bacon did smell off

Black and white, you ignite my rights

These crooked cops they hate by sight

Blackest skin, the blackest name

From Africa my father came

From mother eath he saw the dirt

From broken souls to heal the curse

Public enemy?

My felony was being black as fuck

Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch

Call the homies, call my mama

Take his badge and fuck him up

Then fuck him up and make him cry

And remember where we lived and died

No, no, no, no, noo

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

Crooked cop, crooked cop

Crook-crook-crooked cop

Crooked cop, crooked cop

Crooked, crooked cop

Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops

Crooked cops, crooked

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

I’m tellin' you now

Police in their feelings, they scared and they killin'

They shootin' us down

My hands up, they shootin', they shootin', they shootin'

They shootin' us down

Why?

Please tell me why

Scared of me?

Is it my black skin?

Public enemy number 1, I was the black man

They be usin' their badges

As a weapon to shoot at us and back up

Tell me why?

I, I think I know why

Why they wanna shoot me down

I think I know 'cause they crooked cops

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

No, no, no, no, noo

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

Crooked cop, crooked cop

Crook-crook-crooked cop

Crooked cop, crooked cop

Crooked, crooked cop

Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops

Crooked cops, crooked

Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops

Call me back, no text emoji

All this gold be danglin' on me

Pants be saggin', I’ve been taggin'

Officer, my record flawless

Rappin' since like '96

When ODB was runnin' shit

Grammy nominated

Hope there’s trophies in my cabinet

Hide your kids and hide your wife

The reaper creepin' through the night

Crawl in, Mr. Officer

My fingerprints gon' testify

Tats up on my neck and face

From GTA to gettin' maced

Fuck is up?

I know my rights

The sirens, red and flashing lights

Crooked cops, crooked cops

Crook-crook-crooked cops

I don’t wanna hear this shit no more

(I don’t wanna hear it no motherfuckin' more

You talkin' about motherfuckin' all lives matter)

I don’t wanna hear this shit no more

(I don’t wanna hear this shit

Nobody is killin' your brothers, your sisters, your father, your mother —

nobody is killin' y’all motherfuckers in the street

They killin' us, nigga!)

I don’t wanna hear this shit no more

(The fuck is wrong with you?)

No, no, no, no, noo

No, no-ooh-aah, no, no

2+ miljoner sångtexter

Låtar på olika språk

Översättningar

Högkvalitativa översättningar till alla språk

Snabbsökning

Hitta texterna du behöver på några sekunder