Paroles: Rucka Rucka Ali. Go Cops!.

I walk up to the police in Detroit city,
And I'm like
Excuse me officer I'm trying to 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 talking about.

Get up in the police ride,
Crack a 40oz inside,
Nigga we be gettin' high.

Me and the cops rollin' around going 60,
When we see a trick ass bitch,
We're gonna tell a hoe to drop them titties.

[Chorus:]
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 buzzes, 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, being 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.

So we pull up the police car right up to KFC,
And we're like
Gimme a chicken sandwich and waffle fries for free,
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...
That's just awful
Get up out the police car, police unleash the dogs,
Dogs are chasing people down the road.

Bark bark bark bark.

Me and the cops driving down uptown, tryna find someone brown,
Pull over someone brown,
Let's pull over someone brown.

[Chorus:]
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 buzzes, 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, being 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 though you were a black guy.
I said:
"It's fine, you see, I'm white, but I look black when I'm dancing.

They pull me over and they're like:
"Yo, my bad, I though you were indian."
I said:
"What kind? the 7-11 kind? or the kind of indian that goes blow-ow-ow-ow-ow...
The police said
I honestly can't tell the difference

[Chorus:]
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 buzzes, 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, being 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.