Текст песни O.C. - Constables
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[Chorus](8X)"Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap[Verse 1]I make wax, I pay tax, I don`t show cracksSomething to kick back, you callin` on dispatchThe deal you`d did with a dealer you the distelTook Gladys from his box now he`s burried in the systemYou see me comin` out of my buildingAll types of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to fiveThose I always do, so you cry I spyA flashin` goes smile, you in the corner of my eyeWalkin` I feel the hawk over right the sideIt`s over from the act, lyricist start to walk liveShop lift or what, then I start to jogHearin` speed accelerated from the J-8`s carThe sirens sound violent they expect more not readyI`m on the stoop my man named Little Eddy we started laughingHe`s nextdoor from me, is a house that has traffic like drugs are freeBut I`m a new face in a new place of a melon raceGets black in `em makes a good fellon caseAnd that`s not so and I get mad cause everywhere I goLong as I`m dark walkin clarks in my village tho"Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)[Verse 2]They clocking, shocking and knocking meWantin` a reason for whocking meBut I ain`t committin` no crimeSoon as they stoppin me O.C. roll if a dolo went soloCop car come screechin in my presence in a second yellin "Freeze!"I`m scared how can I stop hopped over a fenceRunnin` frantic sendin` O.C. into a panicI `fused to be rock me hardly you won`t scar me beatin` me downYellin` smellin old and coffee senderFuckin` hard, but soft to a stickSome cops are cool and some are just downright dicksYou won`t in 68 me in a choke hole, death mockin` meSo for that even my dousin keep clockin meCheck my abdominal check how I`m fashionNice sticks if you don`t had the same type of fashionTwo blocks behind me two jakes who want blue and whitePair glocks equals 32 shots I think not"Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)[Verse 3]What for!? Is it my B-Boy presence mixed with matureIs it the way Stone and me comb the city in a BenzLegitimate plus without endsPaperwork was right, we sat aside a red lightGivin` dirty looks, I guess assumin` we were crooksScopin` the car, tags of the par, rims shinin` in ya faceWith the tires all along and I dig itAll young is my complection been through gettin` stressSo I know you understand what I manifestA friend of me, uncool, that squares a black cop JonesAll crooked with fat rides and homesWatch your own BB with the APP on your sideAnd corrupt cats corriscatin on the marginNext time read me my rights check out the snipesLook behind ya on the wall sucker I rocks mics"Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)