制作
出演艺人
Zeeko
领唱
NER
领唱
作曲和作词
Tyrone Ezekiel
词曲作者
Thomas Adhika
词曲作者
制作和工程
Tyrone Ezekiel
制作人
Thomas Adhika
制作人
歌词
(Yeah)
Let me get the mic already
The beat's heavy
The pigs' petty
The heat's steady, uh
Let me get the mic already
The beat's heavy
The pigs' petty
The heat's steady, uh
You know that we've been born ready
You can't scare me
You gon' arrest me?
You ain't scary, uh
Thinkin' that you somethin' with your
Black boots
Uniform, and fellas
Runnin up', gunnin' down
Bet you can't hit us
All you do is slack and hand out traffic ticket stickers
Catchin bad guys?
You could find 'em in the mirror
Oops, the court is gonna use this against me?
Servin' 1, Servin' 2, what? Impress me
You chirpy chirp until I fill 'em pockets up hefty
Seen that shit a thousand times, next please
I'll cut you up and jack your car just call me "Jack The Ripper"
Gone before you drop dead, mystic killer, chick filler
Smokin' on the coochie-flavoured swisher
She cuff me up just like you do, but that's a different picture
Don't ever let the lights come chase you down
The cars and all the sirens all around
Don't ever let the nights come drag you down
I hope you make it back home safe and sound
Lemme get the- uh
Lemme get the 112
Makin' me run run loose
Makin' the gun gun shoot
Me gotta duck-duck-goose quick
The number ordered servin' like a drive-by-through
Which is you servin' again?
The rich is pourin' the cents
The rest is fooled by your badge you're wearin' oppressin' the lands
I'm callin' you pigs, look at the fuckin' wallet in hands
It's made of leather and skin
It's from the civilians' hands
It's just a robbery stoppin' me, dirty copped it
You comin' out with berettas
I call it oppression you call it government agendas
You open up your pockets for dollars I'll let u slip up
A.k.a it's corruption covered by the expression
That I am a law breaker
I ain't gon' parley, I appear in the court sayin'
"I got the tunes, the goons, and the tools if you want to play"
So bitch
Cops and robbers playin' in the playground
You bringin' out your dogs? Then I'm bringin' the whole greyhound
Don't ever let the lights come chase you down
The cars and all the sirens all around
Don't ever let the nights come drag you down
I hope you make it back home safe and sound
Let me get behind the base and rent some coochies
The M-block groupies
Your sugar daddy's here and I bought y'all Guccis
Go sip that roofie, fulfill your duty
My dirty money endless money moldy like blue cheese
That one-dollar sweet tea you sip and sit free
That white-collar crime, you seek deeds to piss me
You rob more then hit a lick, shit is sickening
Your job to cop is coppin' shits, that's just instincts
(Yuh)
P-O-L-I-S-I
You caught me with the red eyes
While all the dirty rats in suits escapin' on a red eye
C-o-p-y-t-h-a-t my rap style
See, y'all finna hate and envy my satire (yeah, aye)
On a pursuit, cock it and shoot
Man gotta do what a man gotta do (ha-ha)
How could I move, what can I choose
Put your head down when they're lookin' at you (uhuh)
What do you prove takin' the scoop?
It's makin' me sick, ain't no blessin' achoo
Hop in the coupe, hopin' they lose
Hop in the pool, I need to cool
Don't ever let the lights come chase you down
(Lights come chase you down)
The cars and all the sirens all around
(Sirens all around)
Don't ever let the nights come drag you down
(Nights come drag you down)
I hope you make it back home safe and sound
(Back home safe and sound)
I wanna come back home now
I wanna come back home now
Let me come back home
Let me come back home now
Let me come back home now
I wanna come back home
Written by: Thomas Adhika, Tyrone Ezekiel

