rucka rucka ali – go cops! lyrics
“go cops!”
i walk up to the police,
in detroit city,
and i’m like
“excuse me officer, i’m tryna find some weed”
and he’s like
“sh-t, so are we! why don’t you roll with me? we’re gonna go around pulling over some minorities”
that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout
get up in the police ride, ride
crack a forty ounce inside, side
n-gg-, we be gettin’ high, high
me and the cops rollin’ around goin’ sixty
when we see a trick -ss b-tch,
we gon’ tell a hoe to drop them t-tties
go cops, get the dogs
let’s go f-ck with old folks
that’s right, let’s get high
and pull over black guys
get buzzed,
smoke some drugs
b-tch, i’m rollin’ with the fuzz, now
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
smoke rocks!
with the cops
let’s go storm the barber shop
it sure is nice, bein’ white
haha, just kiddin’ black guys!
waving guns,
at some nuns,
b-tch bend over,
we the fuzz, hoe
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
so we pull up the police car,
right up to kfc
and we’re like,
“gimme a chicken sandwhich and waffle fries for free!”
unforgivable
but everyone ran out the store,
and we’re like,
“hey, come back here! i’m just hungry, i won’t search you for no crack rocks, n—-”
now, that’s just awful…
get up out the police car, car
police unleash the dogs, dogs
dogs are chasin’ people down the road, road!
bark, bark, bark, bark!
me and the cops drivin’ down uptown, town
trying to find someone brown, brown
pull over someone brown
let’s pull over someone brown
go cops, get the dogs
let’s go f-ck with old folks
that’s right,
let’s get high,
and pull over black guys
get buzzed,
smoke some drugs
b-tch i’m rollin’ with the fuzz, now
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
smoke rocks,
with the cops
let’s go storm the barber shop
it sure is nice, bein’ white
haha! just kidding, black guys!
waving guns,
at some nuns,
b-tch bend over we the fuzz, hoe
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
they pull me over,
and they’re like,
“yo, my bad. i thought you were a black guy”
i said,
“it’s fine. yous ee i’m white. but i look black when i’m dancing”
they pull me over,
and they’re like,
“yo, my bad. i thought you were indian”
i said,
“what kind? the 7/11 kind? or the kind of indian that goes ‘who, who, oh, oh, oh, who”
the police said,
“i honestly can’t tell the difference!”
go cops, get the dogs
let’s go f-ck with old folks
that’s right,
let’s get high,
and pull over black guys
get buzzed,
smoke some drugs
b-tch i’m rollin’ with the fuzz, now
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
smoke rocks,
with the cops
let’s go storm the barber shop
it sure is nice, bein’ white
haha! just kidding, black guys!
waving guns,
at some nuns,
b-tch bend over we the fuzz, hoe
po, po, po, po
po, po, po, po
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