Flagrant Cops - Noreaga

Hey yo the same OG

Yo thats my shit

Switch CDs, threw on Nas shit

Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up

Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up

In Flushing Meadows we call it «Lovers Lane»

Every nigga probably there probably doin the same

From the back seat, front seat

Stashed in the glove compartment

Where we keep the heat

Shorty tried to kiss me

I’m like «I don’t kiss

Yo don’t take it personal yo some ass this

But it’s all good you could still suck my shit»

She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck

Askin me repeatedly to say «What what»

She sucked my dick til I can’t even bust

Yo she, sucked my shit I had no more nuts

Ayo it’s time to break before it get too late

Had my wife out while I think I’m on a date

Then I rolled the Philly and I counted my bread

She said «One more time» and she grabbed my head

I’m like «Wow she spittin on it gettin on it»

Actin like she never had it like she really wanted

I heard a knock on the window said «Don't move»

Yo I’m nearly stuck shorty jumped right up

Heard a nigga say «Don't move and give it up»

At this point I’m shook turn around and I look

BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass

Broken window plus I got blood on my glass

Get the car door open gat in my hand

Still scoping lookin for who was approachin

Blue suit damn I couldn’t see through the tints

Ah fuck it I’ll say that it was self defense

But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in

I probably gotta body or two to see tellin

But damn yo a nigga just shot a cop

Pig’s blood on my clothes pig’s blood on my Glock

But they just shot a black man

Forty one times

He had no gat I got murder rhymes

Whatchoo think they would’ve did if they see mine

The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin

I told her to chill before we get a felon

My hand over her mouth, told her cut it out

Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred

Scared to death wishin I left

The heat in the crib but I didn’t it was all written

The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin

Alley Cat crib in Jamaica

My little cousin he ain’t gon say nuttin

«Son it’s hectic right just hold me down aight?»

I’m on Wanted Most America

All of my phones is tapped now God

Yo even my cellular

Me and Martymore shout for sure

Now we gang bangin yo, Arkansas

I got a letter from the government the other day

Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say

It said «You can’t get away ya hear?

-The KKK»

My niggas is sayin I’m hot makin em hot

I’m all over the news for hittin the cop

But I’m still poppin, polying with John Cochran

He said before we talk, he need a mill

I need to give myself up and he can make a deal

I said «Fuck no I dont give a fuck though

Yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough»

The same bitch that I was with I’m still wit

Ayo I felt her neck then I felt her tits

Ayo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired

Remembered real quick feeling real sick

I fell to the floor handcuffed the bitch got me

«I was tangled in this all along Papi»

Police got one and my Moms got the other copy

I got bagged up for a bad suck

I guess it’s over now a nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man

I hope one of ya’ll got to fuckin Attica

The other one go to Constalk

The other one go to Clinton

And the other one go to Sing-Sing

And ya’ll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya’ll fuckin assholes

Fuck the fuckin NYPD