Go Cops! - Rucka Rucka Ali

I walk up to the police

In Detroit city

And I’m like

«Excuse me officer, I’m tryna find some weed»

And he’s like

«Shit, so are we!

Why don’t you roll with me?

We’re gonna go around pulling

over some minorities»

That’s what I’m talkin' 'bout

Get up in the police ride, ride

Crack a forty ounce inside, side

Nigga, we be gettin' high, high

Me and the cops rollin' around goin' sixty

When we see a trick ass bitch

We gon' tell a hoe to drop them titties

Go cops, get the dogs

Let’s go fuck with old folks

That’s right, let’s get high

And pull over black guys

Get buzzed

Smoke some drugs

Bitch, I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po

Smoke rocks

With the cops

Let’s go storm the barber shop

It sure is nice, bein' white

Haha, just kiddin' black guys

Waving guns

At some nuns

Bitch bend over

We the fuzz, hoe

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po

So we pull up the police car

Right up to KFC

And we’re like

«Gimme a chicken sandwich and waffle fries for free!»

But everyone ran out the store

And we’re like

«Hey, come back here!

I’m just hungry, I won’t search you for no crack rocks,

Ni…»

Now, that’s just awful

Get up out the police car, car

Police unleash the dogs, dogs

Dogs are chasin' people down the road, road

Bark, bark, bark, bark

Me and the cops drivin' down uptown, town

Trying to find someone brown, brown

Pull over someone brown

Let’s pull over someone brown

Go cops, get the dogs

Let’s go fuck with old folks

That’s right

Let’s get high

And pull over black guys

Get buzzed

Smoke some drugs

Bitch I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po

Smoke rocks

With the cops

Let’s go storm the barber shop

It sure is nice, bein' white

Haha!

Just kidding, black guys

Waving guns

At some nuns

Bitch bend over we the fuzz, hoe

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po

They pull me over

And they’re like

«Yo, my bad.

I thought you were a black guy»

I said

«It's fine.

You see I’m white.

But I look black when I’m dancing»

They pull me over

And they’re like

«Yo, my bad.

I thought you were Indian»

I said

«What kind?

The 7/11 kind?

Or the kind of Indian that goes woah, woah, oh, oh,

oh»

The police said

«I honestly can’t tell the difference!»

Go cops, get the dogs

Let’s go fuck with old folks

That’s right

Let’s get high

And pull over black guys

Get buzzed

Smoke some drugs

Bitch I’m rollin' with the fuzz, now

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po

Smoke rocks

With the cops

Let’s go storm the barber shop

It sure is nice, bein' white

Haha!

Just kidding, black guys

Waving guns

At some nuns

Bitch bend over we the fuzz, hoe

Po, po, po, po

Po, po, po, po