N.o.r.e. - Flagrant Cops lyrics

[Skit] [Noreaga] Hey yo the same old G Yo thats my sh** Switch cd's threw on Nas sh** Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane" Every n***a probably here probably doin the same >From the front seat back seat Stashed in the glove compartment Where we keep the heat Shorty try to kiss me I'm like "I don't kiss dont take it personal yo some a** this but it's all good you could still s** my sh**" She star-struck b**h just wantin to f** Askin me repeatedly to say "What what" She s**ed my dick till I can't even bust She s**ed my sh** I had no more nuts Heyyo it's time to break before it get too late Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date But 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 n***a say "Don't move and give it up" At this point I'm shook turn around and I look BANG BANG Yeah n***a just shot his a** Broken window plus I got blood on my gla** Get the car door open gat in my hand Still soapin lookin for who was approachin Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints Ah f** it I'll say that it was self defense But the b**h started yellin raisin hell-in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin But then yo a n***a just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my glock But they just shot a black man Fourty 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 I told her cut it out Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred Scared to d**h wishin I left The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all red The b**h sayin she sick stop bullsh**tin I gotta 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 arc the sore I gotta 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 n***as is sayin I'm hot makin em hot I'm all over the news for hittin the cop But I'm still poppin partyin with John Chalkin He said "Before we talk we need a meal" I need to get myself up and he can make a deal I said "f** no I dont give a f** though yo the cop asked for it plus a n***a got dough" The same b**h that I was with I'm still wit Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her tits Heyyo the b**h wired then I heard a gat fired Remembered real quick feeling real sick I fell to the floor hancuffed the b**h got me "I was tangled in this all along Popy" Police got one and my Moms got the other copy I got bagged up for a bad s** I guess it's over now n***a got bad luck Yo to the mutha f**in police uptown that shot that man I hope one of ya'll got to f**in 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 f**ed in ya'll f**in a**holes f** the f**in NYPD