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I know this isn’t 100% correct or completed so feel free to edit these lyrics(_____)= I don’t know what they are saying im just guessing( )=background lyricsItalicized words= im guessing what they are saying(fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police)[Pimp C:]mr. copper mr. copper can we speak?how many niggas do you beat down in a week?and do you get a kick when you beat a nigga down with that mutha fuckin stick,so you can suck a nigga dick.Rodney king really fucked me up at firstbut at least he didn’t go home in no herse.alotta niggas did, alotta niggas diecause (bang bang bang) with yo mutha fuckin 9.but no me pappy, ill cap that badgea ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yeaso don’t even think about tryn to play me bitchill gat ya down with my fuckin .38 ya bitchya got suga in ya nuts just like them grip niggasaint shit without that stick and that fuckin triggaand yo I think it is my dutyto slice some laws thoroughly, cause they killed my nigga rudey and I don’t think that’s right[Chorus:]Songtextethe policemen are you friends(but all my niggaz say)theyre here to protect and servethe policemen are your friends(and all my niggaz say)theyre here to protect and serve[Bun B:]I try to keep my face off the streetcause that 99 always wanna swearit was me at the scene of the crime,I wasn’t therebitch I was at home with blistered feet soakin my dogs, wit my girl smoking a swisher sweetbut before I could put my nikes back onI pulled to the curb by some blue and white tryn to get there jack oneven though I had the right inspectiontricka they still dick a nigga like an erectionlookin for a mutha fuckin criminal, he aint herepussy mutha fuckas, what color you painting fearbut you can color me badlike them crackas and there chokingbut understand the real when its smokingim loccin and smokin, niggas is fightin fastnow your lil trifling ass is doomed to feel the boom of my titan of classso with my 9 ill buck up a trickand a crooked cop just might get shot just for the fuck of it[Chorus:][Bun B:]fuck the fast laws, make ya blow on the trigga squeezeI don’t want to kill a copI just wanna bust that nigga in his kneesand watch him squirm and squeal as I buck him thereget down on the floor hoe you aint goin no fuckin whereone in yo arms, yo knees, yo shouldaim laughin like joka, now turn your punk ass over, bitchbut this aint for my brotha its strictly for my niggas whose triggas died undercover, no lovas motha fuckassuck a dick, imma let you tell itbird state you be diggin all yall assand yall know ya wanna smell itfools, so gon take a sniffand right before ya choke, catch the smoke from the chrome and the spliff[Pimp C:]out, nigga, from the clic that don't stopbarkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocksso call (_some_mother_fuckers_name_edited_) and tell him what I saidI know ya got a vest so im aiming at your headbloody, red, im going to your funeral im spraying hoes with leadfuck respect for the mother fuckin deadcause I don’t give a fuck about a punk ass fedi'm splittin niggaz wigs and leavin pussies on they headand ill be god damned if i don't get (_name_edited_) they gonna want to come and get emso ashes to ashes and bless his soulnow bend his ass over so I can fuck him with his stick in his ass hole[Chorus:] Aus Songtexte Mania