SPACE COWBOYS Songtext
von Griffen
SPACE COWBOYS Songtext
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man′s and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
The pigs be swooping on the block crazy
It's such a shame we been dealing this plot daily
So I ask, Are we really free is this really freedom
Both his wrist cuffed these devils still up & beat him
The biggest gang in America is police
Systematic so it′ll never be no peace
No sleep gotta stay on point in these cold streets
The marches didn't work & neither did no speech
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man's and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
All these lil niggas talkin hard
Til they by they self tryna walk the yard
You lookin like food, ain′t gettin mail
Gangstas screamin all night, cryin, this is hell
Waking nightmares wide open eye lids
When My man hit my line he trine hear some fly shit
To get his mind off it. Sumn on his books
Ain′t no such thing as half way crooks
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man's and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
A yo ftp to the CPD they envy me cause my melanin
Crackers tryna throw me in a cell & then
Let me rot in this living hell we in
But I ain′t going
Protect & serve serve us & protect they homies
Down on Homan, interrogations is on goin
It's snitches on the set - that information flowin
Austin 7, that′s most detectives
Hands up, don't shoot
Holdster ya weapon
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man′s and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
The pigs be swooping on the block crazy
It's such a shame we been dealing this plot daily
So I ask, Are we really free is this really freedom
Both his wrist cuffed these devils still up & beat him
The biggest gang in America is police
Systematic so it′ll never be no peace
No sleep gotta stay on point in these cold streets
The marches didn't work & neither did no speech
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man's and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
All these lil niggas talkin hard
Til they by they self tryna walk the yard
You lookin like food, ain′t gettin mail
Gangstas screamin all night, cryin, this is hell
Waking nightmares wide open eye lids
When My man hit my line he trine hear some fly shit
To get his mind off it. Sumn on his books
Ain′t no such thing as half way crooks
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
They took my man's and put em in a box
Turned off the clock while his kids sit & watched
They hop out wit they pistols cocked
So we pop out wit our missiles hot
On the phone wit my nigga locked
Collect calls from behind a wall of cinder blocks
A yo ftp to the CPD they envy me cause my melanin
Crackers tryna throw me in a cell & then
Let me rot in this living hell we in
But I ain′t going
Protect & serve serve us & protect they homies
Down on Homan, interrogations is on goin
It's snitches on the set - that information flowin
Austin 7, that′s most detectives
Hands up, don't shoot
Holdster ya weapon
My only opps is crooked cops
The boys in blue came thru and took the block
Writer(s): Laurence Michael Langford, Andreaus Haley, Shamohn Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
