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All these people out here tripping off police brutality Like this shit is something new Give me a fucking break I've been talking about this shit for over 20 years And now you can kill a motherfucker just because of how he's dressed Are you fucking serious? Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head I didn't have a gun so why am I dead? You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head I didn't have a gun so why am I dead? You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back This is how it happened... Out late night just chilling with my clique No one had a gun, everyone's legit One of my boys is drunk, I'm talking toe'd up He can barely talk off that Cognac Then the cops roll up, I don't know why he ran Maybe traffic warrants I still don't understand That motherfucker's crazy, the homies laughed He might've got a block and then we heard shots The fucking cop shot him, yo a nigga's dead They hit him twice in the back, once in the head and leg We all went crazy on that pig shit They aimed at us, they meant business They didn't have to shoot him, he didn't have a gun What they're gonna say is "Why the fuck he run?" We can't be seeing this, I'm like "What the fuck?" My man's laying dead, they still cuffing him up You motherfuckers, call the fucking paramedics man My man's not breathing, man What the fuck's the matter with you, man? Aw, shit... Got on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head I didn't have a gun so why am I dead? You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back Got on my black hoodie, its hood up on my head I didn't have a gun so why am I dead? You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Now it's our day in court, we gotta have hope Maybe some justice, someone got it on video They say do something, he used to gang bang They made my homie look like fucking shit on everything Had on a black hoodie, that's all it took The DA portrayed him as a dirty fucking street crook They let the cops off, nobody fucking marched Nobody had a clue, it's never made the news Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Woop woop, that's the sound of the police That's the sound on the streets Got on my black hoodie Got on my black hoodie Got on my black hoodie
Writer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker, Alan Lomax, Eric Victor Burdon, Juan Garcia, Bryan James Chandler, Rodney Maurice Lemay, William Scott Putney, Vince Dennis, Ernest Cunnigan, Tracy Morrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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