Proposition Fuck You

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you tired of hanging out in your car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving any medical attention because of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this November, when you go up that ballot box and you see the proposition marked "Fuck you," you know what to do [Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.] Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew) You know what to do (Ha!) Tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! How you know I'm not in the streets With your piece, smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?), you ain't got a clue Fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! [Post-Chorus: sample] "Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked" [Verse 1: Tommy Lee] Step into the ballot box Blowing up the motherfuckin' spot, tired of these cops Tired of these judges, tired of the rules Waitin' 'til the day to tell em all "Fuck you!" Playin' due, because it ain't enough Got the boys in blue still roughin' me up On the TV news, still talking it up Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up Methods of Mayhem, F.I.L.T.H.E.E. and Dutch I walk up in your party and I'm spikin' the punch If you've had enough, you know what to do Vote yes on Proposition Fuck You! [Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.] Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew) You know what to do (Ha!) Tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! How you know I'm not in the streets With your piece, smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?), you ain't got a clue Fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! [Verse 2: Dutch] F.I.L.T.H.E.E., Tommy Lee, steppin' casually Middle finger in the air for everybody to see Obviously, you haven't read over my proposition (uh huh) Fuck you, collectively runnin' the opposition Opposition, proposition upon exposure Our prediction, stop your bitchin', we takin' over I told you, mold you like pottery, stop the monopoly We turn around niggas that burn, learn to do it properly [Chorus: Tommy Lee & F.I.L.T.H.E.E.] Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? (Crew) You know what to do (Ha!) Tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! How you know I'm not in the streets With your piece, smokin' weed, drinkin' brew (Who?), you ain't got a clue Fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! [Post-Chorus: sample] "Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked" [Verse 3: F.I.L.T.H.E.E. with Tommy Lee] Go on take away welfare, medicare Start riots everywhere, my style [?] need some healthcare I'm well-prepared, Proposition Fuck You Ammunition buck you, got a bud a crew Who the farmers? House senate takin' over congress Show 'em how to keep it on this passive judgement Passin' on the government, no paper greencard By law, we rock hard, Hip-Hop rock stars Collage, [?] street, hoods and guns Take 'em goods and run, gettin' naked for fun Givin' food to bums, so spark another blunt Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! [Chorus: Tommy Lee] Tired of the boys in blue running up on your crew? You know what to do Tell 'em fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! I've had it up to here with rules Face-plastered prime time, headline, or TV news Fuck you, it's a proposition! Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition! [Post-Chorus: sample] "Yeah, it's gonna be well wicked"