Bo! Bo! Bo! Lyrics - Singles - Boogie Down Productions

Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack 

Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again 

Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack 

The only way to deal with racism if you're black 

Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog 

Rushed out the door to inhale the smog 

As I ran, I began to wonder 

Should I produce or should I tour this summer 

Well just that second I heard stay where you are 

Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car 

I laid on the pavement like I was hurt 

Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk 

He said, ah boy you better watch where you run 

As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun 

I said officer man I ain't do nothin 

He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? 

Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? 

At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute 

And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't 

With it so 

On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking 

Adam's apple 

As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and 

Began to act up with that 

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Well I threw down the gun and began to run 

I got back in no time and loaded the nine 

First I took two clips and then I took two more 

I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door 

I took three shots and then I laid 

They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade 

It went boom like a supernova 

Badges arms heads legs cops were all over 

I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you 

Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit! 

My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no 

Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday 

Ghetto pain 

Black men are judged by their clothes 

Black women are looked at as hoes 

So I as one of these uppity n----s 

Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going 

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Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore 

Called the tree of life (yo d it ain't there no more) 

But when it was boy I was lucky 

Cause in the basement is where they stuck me 

When I awoke at the 14th hour 

Three black women had gave me a quick shower 

I stayed a while and escaped in a truck 

Driven by two guys, rakim and chuck 

What the fuck I asked as I laid there how many guys do you drive a day 

There? chuck said many, rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when 

You're willing to sing a song... 

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Peace and love to dj scott larock he's in there still!