(f** the police, f** the police, f** the police, f** the police)
[Pimp C:]
Mr. copper mr. copper can we speak?
How many n***as do you beat down in a week?
And do you get a kick when you beat a n***a down with that mutha f**in stick
So you can s** a n***a dick
Rodney king really f**ed me up at first
But at least he didn't go home in no herse
Alotta n***as did, alotta n***as die
Cause (bang bang bang) with yo mutha f**in 9
But no me pappy, ill cap that badge
A ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea
So don't even think about tryn to play me b**h
Ill gat ya down with my f**in .38 ya b**h
Ya got suga in ya nuts just like them grip n***as
Ain't sh** without that stick and that f**in trigga
And yo I think it is my duty
To slice some laws thoroughly, cause they k**ed my n***a rudey and I don't think that's right
[Chorus:]
The policemen are your friends
(but all my n***as say)they're here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my n***as say)they're here to protect and serve
[Bun B:]
I try to keep my face off the street
Cause that 99 always wanna swear
It was me at the scene of the crime,I wasn't there
b**h, I was at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs, with my gal smoking a swisher sweet
But before I could put my nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue and white tryn to get there jack on
Even though I had the right inspection
Tricka they still dick a n***a like an erection
Lookin for a mutha f**in criminal, he ain't here
p**y mutha f**as, what color you painting fear
But you can color me bad
Like them crackas and there choking
But understand the real when its smoking
I'm loccin and smokin, n***as is fightin fast
Now your lil trifling a** is doomed to feel the boom of my titan of cla**
So with my 9 ill buck up a trick
And a crooked cop just might get shot
Just for the f** of it
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
f** the fast laws, make ya blow on the trigga squeeze
I don't want to k** a cop
I just wanna bust that n***a in his knees
And watch him squirm and squeal as I buck him there
Get down on the floor ho you ain't goin no f**in where
One in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda
I'm laughin like joka, now turn your punk a** over, b**h
But this ain't for my brotha
Its strictly for my n***as whose triggas died undercover, no lovas motha f**as
s** a dick, imma let you tell it
Bird state you be diggin all yall a**
And yall know ya wanna smell it
Fools, so gon take a sniff
And right before ya choke, catch the smoke
From the chrome and the spliff
[Pimp C:]
Out, n***a, from the clic that don't stop
Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks
So call (_some_mother_f**ers_name_edited_) and tell him what I said
I know ya got a vest so I'm aiming at your head
Bloody, red, I'm going to your funeral I'm spraying hoes with lead
f** respect for the mother f**in dead
Cause I don't give a f** about a punk a** fed
I'm splittin n***as wigs and leavin pussies on they head
And ill be god damned if I don't get (_name_edited_) they gonna want to come and get em
So ashes to ashes and bless his soul
Now bend his a** over so I can f** him with his stick in his a** hole
[Chorus]