Look Like a Criminal [Turkish translation]

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]

Motherfucking police

Always be fucking with me

Everywhere that I go

Motherfucking police

Always be fucking with me

Everywhere that I go

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal?

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Police wanna hella sweat

Cuz I keep a hoodie on, Bill Belichick

Every night I’m gettin’ stop-and-frisk

When I walk in the drugstore they think I’m here to shoplift

I’m just pickin’ up Percocet prescriptions

Cops always tell me that I fit the descriptions

So what, I got prior convictions

And can’t leave the house less it’s under conditions

In other words, I’m a changed man, but they think

I’m doin’ crime every time money exchanges hands

I’ve never been on Gangland, got tats on my neck

And they think i’m in a gang, damn!

So what I got on blue laces? And I’m fightin’

For my life, cuz a nigga got two cases

I guess I got these crackers shook

They scared to death when they see me

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal?

[Verse 2: Merkules]

Hundred mad motherfucker

These tattoos got them thinking I’m bad news

I’m the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes

But cash rules, my face covered in scars

Cops is on me cuz they think I’m trynna run from a charge

Man it’s bad, I can’t even hit the mall in peace

The second the public see me they just call the police

I keep my third eye open when I walk these streets

They don’t wanna give me chances all they want is the beef

And I know I did some real wild shit in my past

So they test me by telling me I gotta piss in this glass

This shit isn’t right, I ask them what they talking about

Cuz I see them them out my window when they watching my house

I swear to god they better not step foot on my yard

I’ll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their god

Fuck a stereotype, you better take it back bitch

I wasn’t born this way, the cops made me like this

I ain’t a…

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

…criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal?

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

Do I look like a criminal? Cuz my pants be saggin’?

Red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin’

They say that my facials look so violent

What the fuck? That’s racial profilin’

Pull me over like my tag is expired and shit

Like there’s no way that’s his, he hot-wired that shit

Gun registered, still trynna hide that shit

Till this day they can’t believe they let me buy that shit

I come to visit, you think i’m scopin’ out your spot

They takin’ pictures, you takin’ this for my mugshot?

They’ve callin’ me a criminal for so damn long

I start to believe they right and

You gon’ make do somethin’ wrong

You see me in the hood, you think i’m trynna rob you

I’m just talkin’ to you, when you think i’m trynna con you

No matter what, they gon’ call me a crook

So you think I give a fuck if I look like a motherfuckin’…

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

…criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal, criminal, criminal

Criminal? What the fuck? Do I look

Like a criminal?