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That even after becoming police had to
Dress in a YMCA because white officers didn't
Want to get dressed with niggas

Here we are eighty years later
I

The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush

to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush

a couple hundreds layin' on the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard work
Don't look under

Highway Robbery

Tanya Tucker

Country's Greatest Hits, Vol. 4: Sweet Country Rock

1988

Ok officer, I admit it, 
I was speedin'
But before you write me up 
Let me tell you the reason.
I wasn't tryin' to out run you,
I was chasin'

1, 2, 1, 2

Method Man

Blackout! [Clean]

1999

back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general

(We interrupt your previously scheduled broadcast)
(For breaking news)
(Here we are here at city center)
(Where it appears there is a man, fucking

you always running from your partners
Don't know where to go
Tell me all the answers
And I gotta navigate through the all the cancer
Open up
Nigga we

Tanya Tucker

Hiway Robbery

Ok Officer, I Admit it,
I was speedin'
But before you write me up
let me tell you the reason.
I wasn't tryin' to out run

Set It Off

Juvenile

Greatest Hits [Clean]

2004

rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt

Chapter 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man)

Common

Resurrection

1994

like an officer, friendly and a gentleman 
Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got how salute, attention salute 
I kill loot but won't

Joe, where do we come from, where do we go?

Where do we go? 
I'd like to know

I'm cracking up
I'm hot and cold now
I've got some soul still
I'm shitty

to success
Gaze down upon my works and admire (Heh)
World’s on fire, I say we let that motherfucker burn
Burn, baby, burn
As the world turns, count up all

Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But

a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta

[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all

Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs
Ask about us who we are
I'm a young king I'm wassup
I ain't asking for no ride I
Made it here all by

Holding on by a thread and I'll fall to my
Love
Right where we belong
With you I got nothing but nothing to fear
Every excuse in the book lemme hear
Lie

suit's in
The tomb, cleaning a skull
And some artifacts taken from there
So we searched the cave where she turned up
And we found her heart
A suitcase

a match to the fuse, we just needed a spark (boom)
You can't sit at the table if you got some greed in your heart (uh-uh)
This is not a movie where you

Yeah
This song is dedicated
To all rats, snitches and cop callers
We don't like you
Someone had to say it

I wake up and brush my teeth

trying to pee)
Fuckin' pervert
Anyways, where were we, oh right
I was at jail for the killing of three
They had a kid apparently
Four, if we count the car

they belong to 
Maybe they were sent by that faggot who wears a tutu
You know those dresses ballerinas wear while they're twirling on their toes
We dance

Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huh
Bad things happen in Philadelphia

Yo
You take me out then we both goin'
Fear ain't a factor like Joe Rogan
When your heart

to steer
It's no mystery, man
I'm just Captain Amazing
Like I'm Greg Kinnear
Call me Richard Gere
If you're still unclear
I'm an officer and a gentleman
With