Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Crooked cops
See how they drop
See how they drop
G
They pull me over to check my ride
Am
G
I pull out my nine, and three of em died
Am
I promised to never let one slide
The crooked cops
Verse 2
Bitches
Am
[Repeat x2]
Kill a crooked cop
Mi say mi killin' a crooked cop
Mi killin' a crooked cop
Now watch em drop
G
Am
G
Am
Now watch em drop
Verse 3
Am
The cops will soon be deceased
Verse 4
Am
Em
Am
I'm havin' thoughts of Rodney King,
so I gotta click on a crooked cop
Decisions have been made,
they ass gotta drop
Get your glock, no warnin' shot,
if you punks try to block
Hollow points to they hand's joint,
they turn into flesh lop
Yeah, them muthafuckas think
a psycho is jokin'
Em
Am
Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce,
bust they head open
Check it, in '93 they gotta
raise out the hood
Or feel a million .380s
blazin' like firewood
Em
Am
Once upon a time on
the M.L.K.- strip
G
Am
Five- o started harassin',
Em
Am
brought that shit upon Ganksta NIP
That nigga was full of weed. and
ready to blast
H.K., 50 rounds,
Em
Am
two cops down from the near crash
Rolled up,
they tried to make a psycho fold up
But hold up the Tec had shit sowed up
Yo, jetted fast after the blast
with the mask
Em
Sixty six of 'em died,
Am
trick didn't even have to ask
Verse 5
Mi say mi killin' a crooked cop
Mi killin' a crooked cop
Em
Am
Now watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Verse 6
Am
Mi want to kill a crooked cop, cause
Em
Am
they beat me down
Eb
Am
Eb
Am
Real niggas gather up and
run they ass out of town
G
Am
They have no muthafuckin' business
rollin in our hood
The next time you see a cop, fuck
G
Am
the punk peckerwood
Pop- pop with the Glock, the
Tec- 9 sounds
Keep on fillin' up the clip until
they fall to the ground
And when he fall to the ground,
take two steps back
Then take your knife,
Em
Am
chop his head with a axe
Verse 7
Am
Fuck 'em, they ain't shit,
they got nines, we got nines
They have a few good men,
Em
Am
we have black, strong hood- long lines
Of gangsta- ass murderers, ex- cons
Em
Three- time- losers,
Am
pull out your fire arms
Field niggas hyped up, and ready to win
Em
Clear the streets with the Uzis, break
Am
our o.g.'s out the pen
Round 'em up,
now we think on the same level
Em
Let's put our minds together,
Am
now let's click on the fuckin' devil
Verse 8
Mi say mi killin' a crooked cop
Em
Mi killin' a crooked cop
Now watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Mi killin' a crooked cop
Em
Am
Now watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Verse 9
got to make these cops raise
they ass out of South Park
It's getting worser every day by day,
so they kill us after dark
But if we get our minds togeth
G
Am
er we can overcome
So every nigga old enough,
go out and buy a gun
Muthafucka
Verse 10
Am
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill
All those crooked cops
Load up your x- can and spray,
spray, spray
G
Am
And we'll make they
G
Am
bitch- ass drop
Muthafucka
They aren't really know if we click
that they ass cannot win
With the Tec, and you'll never have
to worry about em again
Verse 11
Am
[Repeat x2] Mi killin' a
crooked cop
Mi say mi killin' a crooked cop
Mi say mi killin' a crooked cop
Now watch em drop
Now watch em drop
Verse 12
Now watch them hoes drop
S.P.C.
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