[Flame] 🔥 Z-Ro - Tha Police Lyrics
[Intro: Z-Ro]
 Man it’s just weed man, you trippin’
 Man I already gave you my license and insurance man
 You trippin’ man
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
 Have you ever been arrested just for being too clean
 On a Sunday night
 They’ll take you’re car, take you to jail
 Won’t have a bond until Monday night
 Man they just took 13 thousand dollars outta my pocket
 Talkin’ bout it’s drug related, cause I had a cigarillo
 They need to stop it
 Since Barack Obama became the first black president
 Tha police have been waging war against the black residents
 Racial profiling is at an all time high
 We represent 10% of the population but 65% of the jail population
 And I can’t tell you why (why), yeah
 A lot of us are guilty as charged, and as much as I hate to say it
 Some brothas deserve to be behind bars
 You know the ones that beat on women
 And the murderers and the rapists
 And especially the ones that kidnap and even abandon babies
 I promise all I was doing was leaving the Waffle House
 They shined they lights on me and they saw the steak and waffles in my mouth
 They pulled me over, took my money, and gave the King a weed case
 And I’m STILL tryna get my money back from the state
[Hook: Z-Ro]
 I can’t even ride down the street
 Without being harassed by tha police
 Ain’t botherin’ nobody so why y’all fuckin’ with a G
 So what I got a lil’ drank and a lil’ weed
 I’m Screwed Up Click, officer we don’t speed
 I’m on swangers but in and out the lane I don’t weave
 So what’s yo probable cause for handcuffing me
 It’s just a dollar to you laws, to take us away from our family
[Verse 2: Chris Ward]
 What the fuck
 Damn, yeah yeah
 The popo see young Wowo holdin’ and lookin’ good
 I’m from Yellowstone, so my car is yellow tone and I’m lookin’ hood
 Ground effects, black and gold Vogues and ‘4s, I’m lookin’ sporty
 I heard HPD got an APB out and they lookin’ for me
 Well guess what
 Every curve I swerve I’m known for hittin’ the blinker bitch
 All around the town, back and forth, here and there
 On some frequent shit
 I know you upset cause the paint so wet
 You think it’s leakin’ bitch
 So you pull me over and detain me on some juvenile delinquent shit
 Like I don’t know my rights from wrong, we ain’t right your wrong
 So what, you’re whoop whoopin’ and your bright lights is on
 Because it’s gone, all the smokes been smoked and the dranks been drunk
 And here’s my license and insurance
 You faulty blue suit punk
 Now what the funk you really want, fuckin’ with me
 Cause it’s obvious I’m C dot dub, a motherfuckin’ G
 He had the gall to ask me for some posters and some CDs
 Said if I sign ’em he’ll give me a ticket and let me leave
 Ain’t that a BITCH
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
 I’m from the Screwed Up Click officer we don’t speed
 And since we ain’t going to or comin’ back from
 We ain’t got no mo’ weed
 Oh I was weavin’ in and out my lane, huh?
 Z-Ro was drivin’ recklessly
 Does all this candy paint and this chrome have you upset with me
 It’s only a 300 man it ain’t like it’s a Jag
 Just because you can’t afford none of them ain’t a reason to get mad
 My insurance good, it ain’t nothin’ wrong with none of my tags
 Really you just fuckin’ wit’ me cause you got that gun and that badge
 You ain’t have no probable cause to pull me over anyway
 Cause I wasn’t doin’ nothin’, you just tryna reach a quota for the day
 Now a days, innocence is overrated, everybody did it
 Guilty until proven guilty, why, cause jail is big business
 The penitentiary get paid to clothe us and feed us
 Without us they go broke, we get convicted cause they need us
 But I believe in Jesus, the one true judge
 And he ain’t gon’ let you do nothin’ he don’t want you to do judge
[Hook]