Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000)

Lyrics

[Intro: Crowd] Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! [Interlude: DJ Muggs | B-Real] If you motherfuckers are pissed off like I am about that shit, somebody start saying, B-Real, B-Real What the fuck are you looking at? Break it down What are you cocksuckers looking at, huh? You look like you got weed in your pocket Well, I'm gonna tell you a story right now, if you don't mind And if none of you like it, I'll fucking beat the shit outta you [Verse 1: B-Real] I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car through L.A Where you never know if you'll be makin' it home today So many different attitudes that I come across I'm hardened and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss Hookers, hustlers, killers and thieves out in the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound, gagged, raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't I get pumped inside my nerves I got the urge to merge a bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin' shame, I don't wanna live, paint the walls With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all [Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs] Through the eye of the pig Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig) Through the eye of the pig (This pig, and that pig) Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig) [Verse 2: B-Real] I've been on the force, over twenty years, and I can say That I'm worse than some of these motherfuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I see it all Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gangbangin' Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hangin' These days you can't tell who's who in the world Is that a whore, or is that an innocent young girl? Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong I.A.'s got an eye on my close friend guy For takin' a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other We went through the academy just like frat brothers It's midnight, only have an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick sucked by this basehead bitch My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin' divorce papers I recall happier times before the fall Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I see you all [Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs] Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig) Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig) Through the eye of the pig (That pig, and this pig) Through the eye of the pig (You all look like some fuckin' pigs) [Interlude: B-Real | DJ Muggs | Crowd] Let me ask you a question, pal Hey, I'm talking to you (What?) You got weed in your pocket? (Motherfuckin' right, so what?) Alright, well, if you give me some, I won't bust your fuckin' ass How you like that? You think I should beat his ass with this right now? You're lucky, pal, there's a bunch of witnesses out here (You know what, pig? Everybody say, "Fuck you, pig!") (Fuck you, pig!) Fuck you, too! Now, I'm gonna continue my story, and if you don't like it, fuck you 'Cause I'll run all your asses in tonight [Verse 3: B-Real] Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about My abrupt change out of the clean to the corrupt Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked No longer can I determine who's the criminal From the innocent man down to the pedophile No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin' into darkness I'm comin' to grips and feelin' heartless What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows Dually modified, probably a drug dealer inside "Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition Get your hands out the window in the get 'em high position Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin' head off Tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off your crap Okay, Mr. B-Real, get the fuck out of the truck I love it how you fuckin' rappers think you're so tough Get on the floor, don't need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck, so take a pause You find it funny? Get that smile off your face I'll beat your ass" [Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs] Through the eye of the pig (This pig, and that pig) Through the eye of the pig (She's a pig, and he's a pig) Through the eye of the pig (I know you're a pig, look at that haircut) Through the eye of the pig (Soo-wee, soo-wee, soo-wee) [Outro: B-Real] I got my eye on you motherfuckers You, too That felt ugly, but this is gonna feel real good right here