TV Cops - The Goats

Madd:

Some used to step 'cause they didn’t know I worked

Others use to step 'cause they didn’t know I hurt

Plaguing me with problems cause they thought I was a gangster gassed like a

tanker

No time for po pranksters I was spliffed from the giddy up

They didn’t give a fuck, so I didn’t give a fuck

Hat to the back and my jeans way saggin hittin some freestyle, frontin and

braggin mindin my own biz

When they wanna stop me hungry for some doughnuts

But they chose to pop me female and a brother

Should I say another word cause ya know how this goat is gettin served id name

and number up against the wall

Cause we’re startin to wonder ya got alot a dollars in your pocket for a fuckin

bum hands on the wall and assume the position

Clubs start pokin, I’m like man you must be jokin just because I do some tokin,

big blunt smokin

It can happen to you because it happened to me cause these ain’t the cops that

you see on T. V

Swayzack:

Now I’m inclined to say my part enable me to explain how I was labled from the

start

I was feeling like cupid tryin to capture a heart but an arrow’s really stupid

so I made like a dart

Started to sprint but I was stopped in my tracks by a couple of cops

They were white and uptight, right so I didn’t try to fight as they grabbed me

by my back

Cause cops can overreact and I thought they might attack but picture that

Swayzack a criminal I busted a rap because they obviously just didn’t know so

here we go to make a long story shorter

Swayzack ain’t game for the bread and the water then the order was to lay on

the ground put your hands on your head

Don’t make a muthafuckin sound

They’re breakin me down but they still ain’t found nothin they frontin 'cause

here’s one blunt they missed my fist was clenched around a big fat spliff

It can happen to you 'cause it happened to me and these ain’t the cops that you

see on T. V

Oatie:

Step to the line and drop ya drawers for the inspector

I’m not homophobic but these cops got my rector

In full view on the conjecture

That I might hide a blade in the shade of the pore

That was there when I was made shit

I’ve got one brother in the pit of the wriggly piggies

Who are throwing a pig type fit «Shut ya fucking face kid or I’ll friggin lick

ya»

«Grab ya ankles like bo jangles or I’ll fuckin kick ya»

Verbally abusive’s not conducive to a transition

Just a bunch a boys in blue gettin' ya used ta the system of the rapists and

murderers and the sons of sons of sam

But look at where I am saying uncle scam

I am sick of the piggies making me drop my fuckin skivies

Sick of being arrested when I haven’t done diddly being riddled with the abuses

in prison no segregation by law

Well check out this division

«Head to the hoosegow head ta the slammer head to the roundhouse grab a

sledge-hammer»

Arrested four times but never found guilty but these ain’t the cops that ya see

on T. V