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 sandwhich and waffle fries for free!"

Unforgivable

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, N****"

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. Yous ee 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 'who, who, oh, oh, oh, who"

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