Cops and Robbers Songtext
von SLANG

1, 2, 3, 4 Coming through my front door
5, 6, 7, 8 They′re kicking off the back gate
0 Double 7, 4, 6 calling all the forces
No aborting, it's a raid, it′s a raid
I gotta hide the money on my body
Look, my daddy won't be happy if they found it in my nappy
And Gary's kinda aggy with the bobbies
They′re searching all the yard, and this shit′s looking dodgy

They're in the fridge with the dog, shitting logs
When they reach around the back
It′s a stack in a bag full of rack
Acting bad it was mad

But they missed it like my dad, I was glad
And the neighbours didn't rat
So lucky that the door was on latch

And my daddy got out with a gap
(Shit, that weren′t the last of that)


I was born in the chaos
I'm a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos
Yeah it′s never gonna slow me down
I was born in the chaos
I'm a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos

Just another day in the hood

Yeah, up to no good
I was kinda older with a chip upon my shoulder
Rocking gold, singing Zola Zola Zola for the blues
Running from the blues in my white tee

Shit, shit, shit, they couldn't fight me
I was up hiking, no Nikes for my youth
I was Bruce getting gassed up in the booth, spitting loose
Until they nicked me and they threw me in a cell
Wishing down a wishing well that I spared jail
Alarm bells ringing while I′m singing to the world like Adele
I was only nineteen, going to hell
Just a teen on a rampage
Holding more light than a lampshade
I was playing cops and robbers

Man that shit was just mad


I was born in the chaos
I′m a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos
Yeah it's never gonna slow me down
I was born in the chaos
I′m a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos

I was born in the chaos
I'm a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos
Yeah it′s never gonna slow me down
I was born in the chaos
I'm a child of the chaos
You get used to the chaos