Cop Love [English translation]

It's another saturday night, and i'm cruising through the City

I just have a shit car, Bruce has the Caddy

There is still a tune of P. Diddy in the cassette player

I turn it on, turn it loud, I'm feeling cool like Biggy,

while I'm driving with 8 km/h, untouchable as gas

Driving through the night, I blow the smoke out,

Steaming like a Rasta in the park

Meanwhile motherfucking copse are hanging on my ass

She asks 'what do you do for living?'

I say "Music, when I have time I produce'

She says 'ey, I thought it was you from the beginning'

She knows all of my songs, and thinks that they are good

That was excactly her thing

You only see these kind of girls in fashion magazines

She pulls me out of the car and says 'that's it for you'

I have to arrest you because of paragraph 6

And she grabbed her handcuffs

and treated me as I was robbing the gas station here

I say "Baby you're one of these very fast women"

She pulls out velcro and says 'Man, shut your mouth'

Suddenly she pushed me closer to her

Kissed my cheeks, treated me as a piece

Suddenly it gets stormy and she gets crazy

she tears off my shirt and throws me on the back-

seat

yeah, her looks get me so hot

Slowly she gets horny like she drank two whisky

She sits down on top of me and pulls her panties to her legs

I'll do one on Al Capone, because I fuck the police

Yeah, we are alone and do it, we do it nice and smooth

She has that shit in her blood

I'd like to have her forever, but no, stay cool

"Baby, can I get your number?" She says "1-1-0',

'but only in emergency, you know,

I have quite a lot to do, and I'm only free on mondays

But maybe the two of us will share my couch one or two times

I'm sorry, I have to go again, bye "

She was simply gone, I'm alone in bed

No one knows where she is

And since that day I daily break into Maseratis, Ferraris,

Get in, wait until she comes, but she never came

Damn it, why is she doing this to me?

Maybe she's with another man at this moment, isn't wearing her blouse, they cuddle and then, damn!

This anger makes me sick

You've got her number, maybe I should call her...

• Artist:Cro