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Crooked Officer Lyrics

How many times have you listened to the lyrics of Crooked Officer by Z-Ro? Have you ever wondered what a lyrics was or an entire line of the music lyrics? Crooked Officer is one of the more popular songs by Z-Ro and the song lyrics in Crooked Officer are sung all around the world and have had the music lyrics translated into many different languages. Rap lyrics in other countries are very popular and Z-Ro Crooked Officer lyrics from the Z-Ro CD featuring the hit Crooked Officer is no exception.

Crooked Officer Lyrics

[Z-Ro]
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
And I ain't killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
They got to feel me Devin, tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja, in a newbie ass tre
So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it
My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do
Buy me hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped

[Hook]
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone

[Z-Ro]
Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest
Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
Six months

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