o c constables o c organized konfusion police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me ill make wax ill pay tax i dont sell crack accept the kickbacks youre called up on dispatch the deal you done did with a dealer you done dissed him took letters from his box now hes buried in the system you see me coming out of my building all types of days and nights wondering if i got a nine to five clothes are always knew so you cry i spy a flashing ghost smile youre in the corner of my eye walking i feel the hawk over right beside me sober but i act nervous and start to walk lively sharp left from rock then i start to jog hearing speed accelerating from the j8s car the sirens sound violent they inspect more not ready im on the stoop with my man named little eddy we start laughing cause next door from me is a house that has traffic like drugs are free but im a new face in a new place of a melon race guess black in em makes a good felon case and thats not so and i get mad cause everywhere i go long as im dark rocking clarks in my village though police be clocking me  police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me theyre clocking jocking and knocking me wanting a reason for whacking me but i aint committing no crime soon as theyre stopping me o c rolling for dolo a solo cop car comes screeching in my presence in a second yelling freeze im scared i cannot stop hop over a fence running frantic sending o c into a panic i fuse to be rodney hardly you wont scar me beating me down yelling smelling of old and coffee cinder fucking hard but soft to a stick some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks you wont asphyxiate me in a chokehold death mocking me so for that eat my dust and keep clocking me check the speedometer check how im flashing nightsticks and you dont have the same type of fashion two blocks behind me two jakes and one blue one white pair of glocks equals 32 shots i think not police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me what for is it my b boy presence mixed with mature is it the stone in me comb the city in a benz legitimate plus without ends paperwork was right but sat us at a red light giving dirty looks i guess assuming we were crooks scoping the car tags up to par rims shining in your face with the tires armor alled and them dig it all youngins my complexion have been through getting stress so i know you understand what i manifest and flannery otoole vasquez and black cop jones all crooked with fat rides and homes watch your own pd put an apb on your sergeant corrupt cash careers skating on the margin next time read me my rights check out the snipes look behind you on the wall sucker i rocks mics you dumb jakes police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me police be clocking me