Constables O.C.

[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - “Hip Hop Vs. Rap”]
Police be clocking me
Police be clocking me
Police be clocking me
Police-police be clocking me
Police be clocking me
Police be clocking me
Police be clocking me
Police-police be clocking me

[Verse 1: O.C.]
I’ll make wax, I’ll pay tax, I don’t sell crack
Accept the kickbacks, you’re called up on dispatch
The deal you done did with a dealer, you done dissed him
Took letters from his box, now he’s 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, you’re in the corner of my eye
Walking, I feel the hawk over right beside me
Sober 'fore I act nervous and start to walk lively
Sharp-left from right, then I start to jog
Hearing speed accelerating from the J8’s car
The sirens sound violent, they inspect more
Not ready, I’m 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 I’m a new face in a new place of a melan' race
Guess black in ‘em makes a good felon case, and that’s
Not so, and I get mad ‘cause everywhere I go
Long as I’m dark, rocking Clarks in my village, though
Police be clocking me