Lyrics

[Intro: J Dilla] "The views expressed on this recording Are solely those of the artist And by no means do we encourage Or condone violence against law officials..." Ugh, it's for you! It's for you Ugh! Yeah – it's for all my street niggas Feel it! [Chorus] On the count of three, say "Fuck the police" One, two, three (Fuck the police!) [Verse 1: J Dilla & James Brown sample] Yeah, fuck 'em, applaud any nigga ("Damn, right I'm—") We can lose a few of 'em, we got enough of 'em My niggas on the corner, they be dodgin' and duckin 'em Bitches gettin' pulled over, end up fuckin' 'em For real! And see, now we got these fake cops They thought he had a gun (Blaow!), made-a-mistake cops I hate cops, turn on the TV, is this – Another cop busted for illegal business? They outta control, they outta they mind They pullin' you over, they hoppin' inside Just–know you got drugs, and know you got guns And they knowin' they mad when they can't find none – stupid! Don't you know they invented the stash box? The heat be in it, need a key to get in it Any offended people, suck my balls! All y'all, off the wall, get stupid, dawg Don't hold back, don't let go (Go!) Don't say "Damn," just say "Whoa!!!" [Interlude] Get it up! Mojo, aye, Mojo, baby! Fill it up! Aye, aye, ugh [Chorus] On the count of three, say "Fuck the police" One, two, three (Fuck the police!) [Verse 2] Yeah, don't they know it's dangerous in these streets? Don't you know it's gangs of us that roll deep, nigga? We O.G.'s, fill up the whole jeep, nigga Ill with the flows, and ill with the beats Chilled in the Rover – it's over, holmes, so hold deez! The reason we hold beams, it's no peace In the streets with the police in the street, yo It's cops that owe niggas dough for O's and ki's It's more than a beef with the five-oh In the streets with the five-oh – it's a game of survival, duke Now tell me, who protects me from you? I got people who buy TEC's and weed from you And all a nigga see in the news – is cop corruption Niggas gettin' popped for nothin' And niggas gettin' stopped, and the cop pull out Glocks and bust 'em Y'all need to get shot for nothin' 'Cause we don't hold back, we let go! We don't say "Damn," we just say "Whoa!!!" [Outro] Get it up! Mojo – aye! Mojo, baby Fill it up, c'mon–ahhh!