Daforce Lyrics
"Mr Office"
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Intromr officer what ? mr officer what ?
yo check this babyrapits a crime to be black you
dont gotta do jack theywont cut us no slack it aint
fiction its fact cause thesystem is wack kill a few
get a plack, and they bussin bazookasim swingin a
bat, fall down and colapse ya a ceizure perhaps they
pushin us over the edge till we snap,
[and] we lookin to sportsand we lookin to raps,
but the truth is we need more books in thebag,
its ok to stay pimpin sellin that crack shootin each
otherright in the back, we might as well be in the
heart of iraq, thatsall that were good for 2 stay
in the hood poor drugs in the topdrawer cops at the
front door fightin a war real bloody forshore till
you cant take no more hommies dead on the floor sleepin
in back of the old liquer store scroungin forpennies
hopen to score, to serve and protect,
they don't serve and protect,
theyll serve you a broken arm and a neck,
theyll never protect its a lack of respect,
its the yankees the metsits the giants the jets,
its the one thats superior you all know the restthey
flagging you down if your black and you brown and you
lying onthe grown infront of a crowdchorus what
could u say what could I do when the police is rolling
up on youwhat could I say what could I do do do what
could I say yeah yeahwhat could I do when the police
is rolling up on youwhat could I say what could I
do when dey infront of yourapdriving down the street
driving cautiously check the h2 nah check the police
the jakes wanna find tree's wanna have me in court
beggging please have me scared of they sirens nah
meen and I aint do nothingand his eyes on me,
( imma bust you one day cuz u lying to me)your profile
is wrong your just messing wit me
(your name is force imma call you a parolee)you need
proof if u stoppin me as I spitt from the vocal booth
imma do you a favor and cut you loose,
driving down the streetdriving down the street bumping
to the beat, check the h2 u can call me 03the police
wanna make mt do freeze, but kool it ain't like dat
how u like that so I spitt right back ,
I know where my right attime is money,
money is time im bout to shine,
let me run on and gets mineyeaaaaaaa , yeaaaaaaaaa , it's like dat yall
yo check this babyrapits a crime to be black you
dont gotta do jack theywont cut us no slack it aint
fiction its fact cause thesystem is wack kill a few
get a plack, and they bussin bazookasim swingin a
bat, fall down and colapse ya a ceizure perhaps they
pushin us over the edge till we snap,
[and] we lookin to sportsand we lookin to raps,
but the truth is we need more books in thebag,
its ok to stay pimpin sellin that crack shootin each
otherright in the back, we might as well be in the
heart of iraq, thatsall that were good for 2 stay
in the hood poor drugs in the topdrawer cops at the
front door fightin a war real bloody forshore till
you cant take no more hommies dead on the floor sleepin
in back of the old liquer store scroungin forpennies
hopen to score, to serve and protect,
they don't serve and protect,
theyll serve you a broken arm and a neck,
theyll never protect its a lack of respect,
its the yankees the metsits the giants the jets,
its the one thats superior you all know the restthey
flagging you down if your black and you brown and you
lying onthe grown infront of a crowdchorus what
could u say what could I do when the police is rolling
up on youwhat could I say what could I do do do what
could I say yeah yeahwhat could I do when the police
is rolling up on youwhat could I say what could I
do when dey infront of yourapdriving down the street
driving cautiously check the h2 nah check the police
the jakes wanna find tree's wanna have me in court
beggging please have me scared of they sirens nah
meen and I aint do nothingand his eyes on me,
( imma bust you one day cuz u lying to me)your profile
is wrong your just messing wit me
(your name is force imma call you a parolee)you need
proof if u stoppin me as I spitt from the vocal booth
imma do you a favor and cut you loose,
driving down the streetdriving down the street bumping
to the beat, check the h2 u can call me 03the police
wanna make mt do freeze, but kool it ain't like dat
how u like that so I spitt right back ,
I know where my right attime is money,
money is time im bout to shine,
let me run on and gets mineyeaaaaaaa , yeaaaaaaaaa , it's like dat yall