Boogie Down Productions - Bo Bo Bo Lyrics

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Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black

Well, seven in the mornin', I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer

Well, just that second I heard, "Stay where you are"
Before I could stop, I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk

He said, "Ah boy, you better watch where you run"
As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I ain't do nothin'"
He said, "What's that word you niggas use? Ya frontin', well ya frontin'"

"'Cause why were you running down the street?"
At this time I had stood to my feet
And said, "Wait a minute" and that's when he did it
He hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't with it

So on the ground was a bottle of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his fuckin' Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup
Well, I had the shotgun and began to act up

With that bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black