More songs by Alley Boy
Description
Released on: 2012-04-03
Music Publisher: 24 Hour Service Station, BMI
Lyrics and translation
Original
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
-Shit.
-Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my -endo. -That a what?
Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding dirty.
Fake ass cops, man, that's what I'm talking about. Fuck the police, man.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Shit.
Smoking a half a P, old school -squatting deuces. -Deuces.
Red dogs riding, we flying, Bankhead going to cruise ship.
-Yeah.
-Two pills will turn me and Trouble a day -robbing and gagging. -Whoa.
Blowing out smoke through the sunroof from the blunts we pass.
-Yeah. -Pulled to the red light.
-Light. -Started seeing blue lights.
-Man.
-Got about an ounce in my pocket, 12 -busting to right. -Busting right.
Convicted felon with a pistol, you already know.
-Man, stomping on that.
-I passed the blunt back to Trouble, put -the gas to the floor. -Yeah.
Cops on the block so I'm looking out -the window. -Man, I had to throw out all my shit, man.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-I told Dave the cops was goddamn 40. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
Shit. Trouble lost everything but an ounce and a clip.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Where'd you find this?
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
Piss-ass police, man. Man, fuck police, man.
Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my endo.
-Fuck police. Free the boosa, man.
-Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding -dirty.
-You say about that, man. One day we gon' make something, you know what I'm saying?
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Yeah. Roadblock down the street.
-Roadblock down the street. -Right by the band store.
Trap still -rolling in the hood, fuck the 5-0. -Fuck.
I was just on the block. Pit, wanna freak pit me.
-Come on. -Know every projects and hood got a Officer
Ricky. Asking for IDs, I got a P and went 'round a tree.
-Fuck.
-Screamed out, "Fuck 'em," and ran, -thinking about Eazy-E. -Fuck the police.
One thing about it, I ain't never met a cool cop.
-Cool cop.
-Trap still booming 'round the clock, call -before you knock.
-Cops on the block so I'm looking out the -window. -Shit. I just went back to my spot.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-Oh, word? Asking niggas for IDs. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
-So I'm out here trapping, nigga. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?
I just ran on the fuck-ass. He got no ID, nigga.
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
-Shit.
-Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my -endo. -Hey, man.
Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding dirty.
These motherfuckers keep fucking with me, bruh. Shit.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Shit. Counting this nick, hey. Shit.
Day -before yesterday. -Yesterday.
-Counting my stash up. -Yeah.
Block still moving out the 12, fiends pulling up.
-Hey, hold on.
-Me, Sauce, and Mel was taking turns looking down Mason. Seemed two unmarked cars, this could be a situation.
Grabbed my tool and my bomb, fuck it, I'm going home.
-I'm going home.
-Hit my little bitch and bone the phone, ask her what going on. Then I seen a helicopter, then I seen flashlights.
-Shit.
-Thinking to myself, man, this the same -shit from last night. -Last night.
-Man, ain't for me. -Running from these motherfuckers.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-This shit too hot. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
Too hot. Man, I be out tomorrow.
Soon as they leave, -I'll be back, man. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?
-Shit.
-Cops on the block so I'm looking out the -window. -Fuck 12.
Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my endo.
-Shit.
-Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding -dirty.
-I'm just trying to blow something decent, -man. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?
English translation
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
-Shit.
-Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my -endo. -That a what?
Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding dirty.
Fake ass cops, man, that's what I'm talking about. Fuck the police, man.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Shit.
Smoking a half a P, old school -squatting deuces. -Deuces.
Red dogs riding, we flying, Bankhead going to cruise ship.
-Yeah.
-Two pills will turn me and Trouble a day -robbing and gagging. -Whoa.
Blowing out smoke through the sunroof from the blunts we pass.
-Yeah. -Pulled to the red light.
-Light. -Started seeing blue lights.
-Man.
-Got about an ounce in my pocket, 12 -busting to right. -Busting right.
Convicted felon with a pistol, you already know.
-Man, stomping on that.
-I passed the blunt back to Trouble, put -the gas to the floor. -Yeah.
Cops on the block so I'm looking out -the window. -Man, I had to throw out all my shit, man.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-I told Dave the cops was goddamn 40. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
Shit. Trouble lost everything but an ounce and a clip.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Where'd you find this?
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
Piss-ass police, man. Man, fuck police, man.
Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my endo.
-Fuck police. Free the boosa, man.
-Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding -dirty.
-You say about that, man. One day we gon' make something, you know what I'm saying?
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Yeah. Roadblock down the street.
-Roadblock down the street. -Right by the band store.
Trap still -rolling in the hood, fuck the 5-0. -Fuck.
I was just on the block. Pit, wanna freak pit me.
-Come on. -Know every projects and hood got a Officer
Ricky. Asking for IDs, I got a P and went 'round a tree.
-Fuck.
-Screamed out, "Fuck 'em," and ran, -thinking about Eazy-E. -Fuck the police.
One thing about it, I ain't never met a cool cop.
-Cool cop.
-Trap still booming 'round the clock, call -before you knock.
-Cops on the block so I'm looking out the -window. -Shit. I just went back to my spot.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-Oh, word? Asking niggas for IDs. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
-So I'm out here trapping, nigga. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?
I just ran on the fuck-ass. He got no ID, nigga.
Cops on the block so I'm looking out the window.
-Shit.
-Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my -endo. -Hey, man.
Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding dirty.
These motherfuckers keep fucking with me, bruh. Shit.
-Why these niggas always hating on me for? -Shit. Counting this nick, hey. Shit.
Day -before yesterday. -Yesterday.
-Counting my stash up. -Yeah.
Block still moving out the 12, fiends pulling up.
-Hey, hold on.
-Me, Sauce, and Mel was taking turns looking down Mason. Seemed two unmarked cars, this could be a situation.
Grabbed my tool and my bomb, fuck it, I'm going home.
-I'm going home.
-Hit my little bitch and bone the phone, ask her what going on. Then I seen a helicopter, then I seen flashlights.
-Shit.
-Thinking to myself, man, this the same -shit from last night. -Last night.
-Man, ain't for me. -Running from these motherfuckers.
Counting up cash as I'm rolling up my endo.
-This shit too hot. -Fake ass niggas always hating on me.
Too hot. Man, I be out tomorrow.
Soon as they leave, -I'll be back, man. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?
-Shit.
-Cops on the block so I'm looking out the -window. -Fuck 12.
Counting up cash while I'm rolling up my endo.
-Shit.
-Fake ass copper trying to catch me riding -dirty.
-I'm just trying to blow something decent, -man. -Why these niggas always hating on me for?