The C.o.p., by lance
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I don't run with the C.o.p.
day after day they're harassin me
pull me out my car shove me down
on my face,, treat me like a crook
such a disgrace
i have a family day in day out
house is like a crime scene
bustin thro the door to take me
down,, time to pack up and leave
town
everytime i walk down the street
i run into a bad c.o.p. on his beat
soon as he see my face,make it back home
is a freakin foot race
one day i get the jump on these coppers
someone gimme the digits 2 freakin crime
stoppers im no thug just a simple man
,,gotta go here they come again.
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Posted: 2012-06-24 22:06:38 UTC |
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2014-11-13 21:05:07 | Natural_beauty_Ashe |
Police brutality is a bigger issue the world admitts,nice though |