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Less one, just might lose breath |
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Read me, my right's I've left |
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Less one, just might lose breath |
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[Verse 1] |
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A routine stop, that's what he called it |
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Registration, glovebox, license, wallet |
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There's blood on the drivers face and neck |
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So his police senses suspects it's a domestic |
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The girl looked like she took one to the eye |
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with his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside' |
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Naturally the gentlemen asked them 'Why?' |
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Now the gun's coming out the holster, that's his reply |
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Passenger seat starts to scream |
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like she ain't ever seen the same thing on the TV screen |
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'Mam - shut your motherfucking mouth |
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And sir - may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out' |
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Door opens, left leg touched down |
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Within a split second upper torso was on the ground |
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Like god damn, you could've snapped his spine |
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Pigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swine |
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Girlfriend's tryna hold back tears |
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And the driver's on the concrete yelling and swearing |
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Officer got a little bit lost in the zone |
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It all took him back to childhood, home sweet home |
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[Chorus X2] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Doesn't understand the reasoning for being lenient |
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And won't give you the chance for anything but obediance |
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He got that from his drunk old man |
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Heavy-fisted bag of piss used to throw those hands |
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That's why he never goes easy on kids |
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He's got his own kids now, he knows exactly how it is |
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Now last week he caught his son smoking speed |
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So if you meet you might catch a couple broken teeth |
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Sometimes it can get so intense |
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Profiling the type that likes to put dick up in his princess |
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It used to be hippy's, then it was black dudes |
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Now she only fools around with loosers, with tattoos |
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Well fuck em all, get on the ground dirt ball |
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And sing hymns for the sins that protect and serve ya'll |
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Peace disturbed, eat that curve |
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Or you're looking down the barrel of steel made of nerves |
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Puts his life into his work and work back into life |
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so wife thinks he's a jerk |
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Ain't no tellin what them boots might do |
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if she leaves him for someone that looks like you |
