Is You the Police?

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Tech N9ne & Murs & UBI - Rap

Is You the Police?

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[Intro: Murs] Oh my God! Is that, is that Murs? Well, well I don't see Tech so you think we can talk to him? I just wanna ask him a few questions [Verse 1: Murs] What is the exact date that you received your Strange necklace? And what exactly is it that Tech N9ne eats for his breakfast? And how does he crease his pants? How does he make the people dance? And what is that sign he throws up every time that he sees his fans? And who's that guy in the van? Alien on the drums? Is he an illegal immigrant? Where the heck is he from? And who's that white guy that's so nasty on the bass? And what exactly is wrong with Krizz Kaliko's face? Fuck that How does my dick taste? Why is you tryna dictate? Why is you asking all these questions? Can't you see that I'm shit faced? I'm off that Caribou Lou I ain't tryna do an interview with you I done had like one, two, four, or five, a few too many But if any of you bitches wanna talk about fuckin' or suckin' Or practicing the erotic art of human reproduction Then we got something to discuss If not get the fuck up off the bus Why is you tryna bust my balls when I'm just tryna bust a nut Fuck [Chorus: JL] What's the situation? Why you want that information? Is this an interrogation? What? Is you the police? What you tryna do? Feel like it's an interview Who are you reporting to? What? Is you the police? Acting like you pacing What charges am I facing? Am I under investigation? What? Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questioning me for? Oh you must be on patrol What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questioning me for? Oh you must be on patrol What? Is you the police? [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I ain't got no time for you to be questioning me, messing with me Wondering if broads steady effing with me, definitely I am high profile like Griselda's dope file Why you think I'm aggy when you spoke trial I'm ghost now I was never fond of no handcuffs Ain't no relationship good when they havin' you jammed up Insecurities, her and her crew were accusers Makin' life hella blue like a Hoover Having a perfect partner is the way of the future The way of the future The way of the future The way of the future Run away from one, go down to the bar and come back with a two-fer Taking 'em up to the room and engage in a three, put 'em both in an Uber Sherlock Holmes, no longer punching her twat no She's a for sure cop like in that Roger Murtaugh show Like having hella coppers deployed to bring me more heat Now I question you like a D-Boy Is you the police? [Chorus: JL] What's the situation? Why you want that information? Is this an interrogation? What? Is you the police? What you tryna do? Feel like it's an interview Who are you reporting to? What? Is you the police? Acting like you pacing What charges am I facing? Am I under investigation? What? Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questioning me for? Oh you must be on patrol What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? What? Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questioning me for? Oh you must be on patrol What? Is you the police? [Verse 3: UBI] What goes around, it comes around The truth is always told and found It's going down Upped my buzz so now they wanna know about What I did, where I think I'm going, who I know around the way But a motor mouth composure, what I won't allow 'Cause what I do and what I say is my prerogative Major pain, when every phrase you face is interrogative Many bear witness, made their names remain anonymous A lot of times, the truth and lies all sound the same like homonyms Polly want a cracker, now I'm talking on that polygraph Actin' like I'm movin' weight, dropped a couple bodybags Analyzin' body language, read him no Miranda Rights With no attorney present, or evidence, so they can't indict Lip is tight, unless you hit the Superman with kryptonite Soon as homie ousted, all he want to do is get inside Which is why, keep your circle tight, bitches switchin' sides Long as we got trust within us, there is never shit to hide [Chorus: JL] What's the situation? Why you want that information? Is this an interrogation? What? Is you the police? What you tryna do? Feel like it's an interview Who are you reporting to? What? Is you the police? Acting like you pacing What charges am I facing? Am I under investigation? What? Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questioning me for? Oh you must be on patrol What? Is you the police?

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Credits

Writers
  • MIKE SUMMERS
  • Murs
  • Tech N9ne
  • UBI
  • JL