Flagrant Cops Lyrics - Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler - Noreaga

[Skit] 

[Noreaga] 

Hey yo the same old G 

Yo thats my shit 

Switch cd's threw on Nas shit 

Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up 

Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up 

Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane" 

Every nigga probably here probably doin the same 

>From the front seat back seat 

Stashed in the glove compartment 

Where we keep the heat 

Shorty try to kiss me 

I'm like "I don't kiss 

dont take it personal yo some ass this 

but it's all good you could still suck my shit" 

She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck 

Askin me repeatedly to say "What what" 

She sucked my dick till I can't even bust 

She sucked my shit I had no more nuts 

Heyyo it's time to break before it get too late 

Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date 

But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread 

She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head 

I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it" 

Actin like she never had it like she really wanted 

I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move" 

Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up 

Heard a nigga say "Don't move and give it up" 

At this point I'm shook turn around and I look 

BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass 

Broken window plus I got blood on my glass 

Get the car door open gat in my hand 

Still soapin lookin for who was approachin 

Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints 

Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self defense 

But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in 

I probably gotta body or two to see tellin 

But then yo a nigga just shot a cop 

Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my glock 

But they just shot a black man 

Fourty one times 

He had no gat I got murder rhymes 

Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine 

The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin 

I told her to chill before we get a felon 

My hand over her mouth I told her cut it out 

Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred 

Scared to death wishin I left 

The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all red 

The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin 

I gotta cat crib in Jamaica 

My little cousin he ain't gon say nuttin 

"Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?" 

I'm on Wanted Most America 

All of my phones is tapped now God 

Yo even my cellular 

Me and Martymore shout for sure 

Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore 

I gotta letter from the government the other day 

Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say 

It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK" 

My niggas is sayin I'm hot makin em hot 

I'm all over the news for hittin the cop 

But I'm still poppin partyin with John Chalkin 

He said "Before we talk we need a meal" 

I need to get myself up and he can make a deal 

I said "Fuck no I dont give a fuck though 

yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough" 

The same bitch that I was with I'm still wit 

Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her tits 

Heyyo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired 

Remembered real quick feeling real sick 

I fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me 

"I was tangled in this all along Popy" 

Police got one and my Moms got the other copy 

I got bagged up for a bad suck 

I guess it's over now nigga got bad luck 

Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man 

I hope one of ya'll got to fuckin Attica 

The other one go to Constalk 

The other one go to Clinton 

And the other one go to Sing-Sing 

And ya'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya'll fuckin assholes 

Fuck the fuckin NYPD