Fuck the Police

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah fuck, not this asshole again All right, superstar, hands on the steering wheel What's the fuckin' problem, man? Any drugs or any weapons in the vehicle? Kind of I'm Frank Babbit, God damn it; I mean business, punk I know who you are. Fuck that I told you boys I got my eyes on you Yeah, right [Chorus] (Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts (What did you just say?) (Fuck the police) Why you gotta sweat us? (Yeah, I'll tell you why I'm sweating) (Fuck the police) They say protect and serve Then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb? (Hey, outta of the car and on the ground, I'm done!) [Verse 1: Daddy X] Well here's another tale from the Subnoize shot callers Put it on the scale and we show you how to clock dollars Banging down the block, got my system on hit Fly ass bitch all over my dick Take another hit of the chronic then I bounce Down to Johnny Richter's house so I could score another ounce Well that's the way it is, I'm a Kottonmouth King Rolling through the 'burbs, blowing big smoke rings Cops on my tail; they in hot pursuit I got my two fifteen but no excuse for the loot I'm holding over ten Gs, mostly big face bills I got some old warrants and a bottle of pills I gotta think fast, so I'm heading to the pokey I banged a quick left and I ditched Old Smokey Pig flew by, didn't look my way I must be higher than I thought, today's a damned good day [Chorus] (Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts (What did you just say?) (Fuck the police) Why you gotta sweat us? (I'll tell you why I'm sweating, you) (Fuck the police) They say protect and serve Then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb? (Hey, outta of the car and on the ground, I'm done!) [Verse 2: The Dirtball] Fuck you, I buy bacon, we don't need it on the streets If a problem crackin' off I sure don't call the police I'm calling snipers in your city code, cops I smell Only trying to make a buck up off us, crooked as hell I smashed on 'em by the simple fact that I'm holdin' thirty pounds Make my way up into Michigan, smoke it with the clowns You are not dealing with illegal people, no longer safe or sound Bullets are flying all over the place and blood is soaking the ground I'm squeezing the hell out of Rugers and Glocks You seeing them flatten their flocks I speeding away and heating the box, beatin' rocks We play some weed and flip a bitch up in the hurry fashion And who now do I see? It's Violent J, hatchet slashin' [Chorus] (Fuck the police) I'm sick of swine in my area (Ah, it's Mr. Dirt Bags) (Fuck the police) Pigs all up in my biz (What did you just call me?) (Fuck the police) So all together now: fuck 'em They got for sales in my distribution grid (Fuck me? Fuck you, punk ass!) [Interlude] Dispatch, I got a '78 Cutlass sedan, smoke billowing out Two Caucasian males with face paint The license plate: ICP Run a check please [Verse 3: Violent J] Cruising down the street with the big fat hog It's the Duke of the wicked Violent J the big dog Drinking Faygo like a madman, yes I do I'm screaming "Fuck the police!" (Fuck you too) Well if I see them lights flash, I'm fast to trip With the Sho Kosugi back flip I fatten that lip 'Cause fuck going to the stone bone is what I say I'd rather bury one of you butt nuggets away I'm a wicked ass clown (With stiffs in the trunk) And when I grip the whip (You can sniff in the funk) Kid, 'cause where I'm from it ain't about all that playin' (No!) Now that's what I'm saying (Whoop!) I hear the sirens blare My axe in your hair red mist in the air In the middle of your donut treat is my meat You can quote me now, bitch, 'cause I'm so sweet [Chorus] (Fuck the police) I'm trying to roll this blunt (Yeah, I'm gonna roll your clown ass) (Fuck the police) What the fuck you want? (Is that a hatchet in the back seat?) (Fuck the police) Yeah, it's all fun and games 'Til I saw your face off and choke your brains [Interlude] Yeah, looks like I got myself a little Richter here What's your fuckin' problem, man? Get out of the car, asswipe I thought I told you I didn't want to see you Why'd you even pull me over? Yeah, some people never learn Hey, if you run, I'm pulling steel! Man, fuck you, motherfucker! [Verse 4: Johnny Richter] Man I just hate it when I start the blaze and see the blue and red Behind my head, now they're harassing me, askin' me Where I'm goin' where I've been, there's people passin' me laughin' And now I'm startin' to get upset, why you harassing me, pig? Yeah, I gotta fuck you for the boys in blue And all the undercovers, yeah, fuck you too Got a big old bowl of fuck you soup And this rap fuck gonna catch you soon Keep your mouth shut, about my stash and grow room Or we might have to hunt you down, touch tombs Kick you out to the desert for a dunes doom Trying to fuck the police ones with real big boo, boo, boobs [Verse 5: D-Loc] Yeah, fuck the police comin' straight from L.A. (You know) Up on the hill you know we puffing on the dank And taking on the fakes (Yeah) is what we do (Tell 'em) We shuckin' rocks, you know, at your crew We drinkin' brew, you know we getting tattoo Yo we killing sex in the afternoon (Yeah) And talk about me? (What?) Talk about who? (You know) Get this popo out his blues [Chorus] (Fuck the police) Y'all make me sick (Fuck the police) Y'all can suck my dick (Fuck the police) I'm on some weed shit I'm saying fuck the police, coming straight from J Rich