Ab-Soul - f** The Police lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Let me tell you about this b**h I know She the dirtiest b**h I know She done f**ed every n***a I know at least one time She ride around all day looking for something to snatch Picky b**h she prefer browns and blacks Picture this call a store liquor store around twelve o'clock A n***a walked out looking shell-shocked I guess he knew her too sh** his soda dropped Before his can hit the ground he was up the block But she loves when they play hard to get She acting like she don't always get dick Trust me it's the worst p**y you could ever hit And if you do she'll probably wanna f** again Oh so he hit the fence she put the bright low on him As he persists the sweat started to show on him She told her homegirls she got a hot stud If they wanted to meet him they needed to hurry up sh** they all came through thick b**hes in blue dresses no crip [Hook: Ab-Soul] I'm just minding my business Sitting on rolls like f** these b**hes f** these hoes Some n***a call them Johnny some n***as call them five-o But I call them b**hes I call them hoes [Verse 2: Jay Rock] A n***a just minding his business On a highway drunk full of chickens She spot you roll pa** she turning around See you with your flag she flagging you down Frantic the b**h'll even hold up traffic on your behalf sh** it could really get tragic the b**h love the attention In and out of jurisdictions Got her mouth open to stick your dick in Got the worst head you could imagine She call it foreplay I call it s**ual hara**ment She pull the dude over at the next exit Took him out the car damn near started s**in' Hands by his testicles asking him questions like [Ab-Soul] Mr. McKinzie you ain't learned your lesson? You've been a bad boy so I'ma really have to f** you Now I'ma get kinky I'ma even handcuff you [Hook]