Go Fight Some Other Crime lyrics

by

Devin The Dude


[Intro]
Alright yall hold on, n*gga. Yeah yeah, just make a couple blocks man
Roll... I already got somethin' rolled up, I got a dime, man, from the tre n*gga
That's that old school, you don't know nothing about that... West Coast...
Cee-Mo! Ay, fire that up n*gga. (Pretty good sh*t, right here)

Oh sh*t, the laws n*gga... Put it out, put it out!
Ay where the spray? Put them Bans on
Man, somebody farted or that was the coughee?
Hey man, let me do all they talking. Man, it's cool. They know me
Say man, put the weed up though. Put it out!
Alright, sh*t, let me just pull over right here
[Helicopter noises]
Yo...

[Hook]
'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee
I'm minding my business, why is you trippin?
Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride?

I'm sipping coughee, won't you get up off me?
Why don't you go fight some other crime?

[Verse]
Devin: What's the problem officer?
Officer 1: Mr. Copeland, won't you step out the vehicle slowly
Wipe that grin off your face, don't look at me like you know me
The reason I stopped ya, wasn't cause of radar
But my dog smelled marijuana from the inside of my car
Devin: Aww man
Officer 1: That must be some strong sh*t
Devin: Your dog got the fragrance f*cked up, that's coffee, you want a sip?
Officer 1: Hell I sip coffee too, that ain't the way it smells
Now just tell me where you got it from and you might not go to jail
Devin: Man, go to jail? Man we going to the studio, we on the way man, we rapper man
Officer 1: No, no see I see paper and cigars, where's the pipes and the bongs?
You said you a rap singer, let me here one of those songs
Devin: Ahhh...smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a forty and a fat ass dime
Officer 1: No, I don't think I heard that one before
Devin: Odd Squad '94
Officer 1: Why don't you step back here with me. Close that door
[Hook]
'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee
I'm minding my business, why is you trippin?
Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride?

I'm sipping coughee, (Hey, why don’t you go over there and check that boy on that passenger side?) won't you get up off me?
Taking a brother down, why don't you go fight some other crime?


[Verse 2]
Why the f*ck is he flashing the light in the passenger seat
Asking me a bunch of bullsh*t, harassing me?
I’m just a n*gga trying squeeze a nickel out of a dollar
Blowing a fatty with my partners flipping freestyles
Officer 2: What’s your name boy?
Corey Mo, why you tripping?
Officer 1: Hey, that boy got identification?
Hell yeah, and if I didn’t?
You probably be a b*tch and cuff us up either way
Just to meet your monthly quota to get you a raise
But I’mma chill and abide by your bullsh*t
As long as you don’t try to violate and pull sh*t
All I want to do is sip a Swisher with my n*ggas
And keep on coasting down rich, we minding our business
Officer 2: Well, you don’t look like a rich man to me, this street is ours
We seldom see rims like that with the yellow stripe around the tires
You just get your ass up out of the car and I will protect it
(Officer 1: Watch out he might try to run!) And boy, don’t you try to run from me
[Hook]
'Scuse me police, I'm just sippin coughee
I'm minding my business, why is you trippin?
Won't you get up off me? Why you all inside my ride?

I'm sipping coughee, (We need to check that car. Need to look up under them seats and see if anything in there) won't you get up off me?
Taking a brother down, why don't you go fight some other crime?

[Outro]
Officer 1: Alright Mr. Copeland, you just come back here with me for a minute. You got anything you want to tell me?
Devin: Man, why you pull me way back here by y’all sh*t? Man, hold up
Officer 1: You gotta let me know who you got up there with you
Devin: I don’t know they names, I don’t know their real names. I mean, in the front, that’s C-Mo right there, C-Mo
Officer 1: His driver’s license says “Moore”
Devin: Well, we just call him C-Mo
Officer 1: Who in the back, back there?
Devin: In the back? That’s Assassin and Perfec’, man they from California, we was just…
Officer 1 (to Officer 2): Them 2 boys in the back, get them out the car!

(Perfec’ and Assassin)
sh*t!
Damn, J, y’all straight?
Put the weed in the stash, hold the gun too, hold the gun!
Yeah, let me take the clip out this muhf*cka man
Hey man, you got your license?
Yeah, my sh*t is cool man, but f*ck, a n*gga got a few tickets that he gotta to pay and sh*t, but sh*t, I’ll be straight though, n*gga we cool, we cool
Damn, we finna go to jail over weed
Bystanders: 40 ounces and sh*t
Don’t take them to jail n*gga, go fight some other crime!
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