Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
PD
Y'all remember last night?
Uh
[Verse 1]
Last night I had to stop the whole block
Blue rags outside, everybody on watch
You was pressin' on my lil homies, hands on the locks
I was standin' in the driveway, tellin' 'em stop
Like "chill, fool, we don’t need all that"
You was itchin' for a problem, fingers on straps
You was swingin' on a kid with his hands in the back
You was laughin' like it's funny when his face hit the cracks
[Chorus]
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually (yeah)
Ain't a band on a stage, ain't a dream
That's the wrong kinda rock for the team
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually (say what?)
Not a record, not a scene
It's a code, it's a family, it's me
[Verse 2]
You talk tough in your armor, hide in your vans
We grew up on corduroy couches, food stamps, cans
You treat my cousin like a target, knee in his spine
You write lies in the report, call it "keepin' the line"
I had to tell the youngstas "fall back, not today"
"Live to see the sun up, we gon' move another way"
But you push and you push, like we ain't from here
Like our mamas ain't cryin' every New Year's, same fear
[Chorus]
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually
Ain't a band on a stage, ain't a dream
That's the wrong kinda rock for the team
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually (yeah)
Not a record, not a scene
It's a code, it's a family, it's me
[Bridge]
Not your record-store label, not your college-boy scene
We was outside, you was watchin' on screen
We was bleedin' on concrete, grievin' on screens
You was arguin' 'bout albums, we was fightin' to breathe
[Chorus]
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually
Ain't a band on a stage, ain't a dream
That's the wrong kinda rock for the team
If you keep up the police brutality
I'ma show you what Crip means, actually (uh)
Not a record, not a scene
It's a code, it's a family, it's me
Style
rapearly-2000s west coast gangsta rapmale vocals. chunkyswung drum groove with thick bassline and eerie synth leads. verses ride laid-back but menacingwith hazy keys and faint vocal chants in the back. hook slams in with stackedshouted vocals and a simpleanthemic melody. mix leans warm and analogcar-system readywith plenty of space for ad-libs and attitude.art rockprogressive rockspace rock
Prompt
A 2003 WestCoast rap song about fuck eloy PD last night I had to stop the whole block from getting in your asses but if you keep up the police brutality then it's gonna show you what crip means, male
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ZERO_GeneratedApr 15, 2026
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