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Vince Staples

Hands Up

 

Hands Up

(альбом: Hell Can Wait - 2014)


North Division trying to stop my blackness
I'm watching for them badges when out in traffic
Them 9-11's been a tad bit frantic
If lights start flashing, please don't panic
The DEA giving out gang enhancements
Can barely even hang to build a case off cameras
CCAT tracking criminal patterns
Tricking niggas into taking strikes to get out faster
Freedom bribery nigga, cause we hardly acquit
Social media that leave the flash photography snitching
Blame geography nigga, for the pride in these niggas
Take you when they fingerprint you, now you part of the system
This was all a part of Huey P. and Bobby prediction
Making profit off of violence, they arousing attention
Leaders rising lead to twenty-five to life in the prison
Better watch it cause I know they got a spot for you nigga

[Hook 2X:]
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

Deangelo Lopez and Tyler Woods
Just a couple they gunned down around the hood
I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good
Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet
At the most they reassign 'em to prevent protest
Just your color is enough to get you under arrest
Strong hand to the law got me feeling oppressed
If you flipping, kill a fifty, then you get in a chair
Paying taxes for some fucking clowns to ride around
Whooping niggas asses, scared to man up
Handcuffs giving niggas gashes on the wrist
I used to lift my fist to fight the power with
Older homie told me in his day the pigs was planting bricks
In the trunks of nigga's Chevrolets them traffic stops and shit
Raiding homes without a warrant
Shoot him first without a warning
And they expect respect and non-violence
I refuse the right to be silent

[Hook 2X]

LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit
LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit
LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit
Riding 'round these streets giving out full clips
[X2]

[Hook 2X]

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