Ticia - Dirty Cops

All dressed in blue
I don't like you
I see your true colors
Your true colors
All dressed in blue
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
You shoot our brothers down
You shoot our mothers down
You serve a golden crown
How can you aim your
Pistol at the crowd
I don't like you
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Cops
All dressed in blue
I don't like you
I see your true colors
Your true colors
All dressed in blue
I hate em'
Disgrace to the badge you wear
(Disgrace)
Bring shame on the
Good cops out there
You took my clothes away
After you hunted me
Like I was prey
(Put your hands in the air)
(Suspect is armed)
(Put your hands in the air)
(Hands hands in the air)
(Put your hands in the air)
(Suspect is armed)
You mean you don't trust the police
In my business
You don't trust anybody
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
I hate em'
Dirty dirty
Bad bad cops
You shoot our brothers down
You shoot our mothers down
You serve a golden crown
How can you aim your
Pistol at the crowd
I don't like you
Dirty dirty bad bad
Cops
I hate em'
Cops
All dressed in blue
I don't like you
I see your true colors
Your true colors
All dressed in blue
I hate em'

Written by:
Ticia Grant

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