(feat. Master P, C-Murder, Silkk, King George)
[Chorus]
Sweated by the po po's they made me go pyshco
[C-Murder]
Coppers, choppers
f**ing show stoppers
Trying to catch C cause im slanging these rockers
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
Back to the place were the gangsta's rome
Gotta whatch my back when I leave my house
Cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking n***az out
But I never hesitate to blast a cop
But when it all boils down either me or him drops
Dis goes out to you punk a** hoes
When you see me pa**, let me go
Or ima get my gat and peel some caps
Cause when im driving I keep my shi in my lap
So dont search my car, check my wheels
Unless you ready to shoot I pay the funeral bills
Thats what I say its too late to play
And if you think im playing just make my date
From the pork police to the punk a** rights
Stop doing what your doing it could value your life
Cause n***az in the hood getting tired of that sh**
Its about that time, we all raise up b**h
So dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues
Cause im simply sweated by the po po's
[Master P]
Me k** a cop, k** a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
Me k** a cop, k** a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
[Chorus x3]
[King George]
In my rearview mirror its the po po's again
Yeah im tripping cause I just got out the pen
The s**er motherf**er with a blue suit foo
Trying to lock a n***a down on the que
Riding my dick like a hoe from the stroe
A jealous b**h cause a n***a try and roe
That coward motherf**er with a badge on his chest
f** with King, get a whole through your vest
Like rat-tat-tat on your a**hole
Thats what I think about the motherf**in the po po
[Silkk]
Rolled on his set in his benz
Everything cool, gotta make a dropoff
Around 2, I got the dope went to the house
Got my gat, rolling on the street were they at
Servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go
Hmmm, sweated by the po po's
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Get the gat here come the rat
Rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back
And that will make pig feet
Qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk a** police
It cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock
And they go as the f** everylad cop
Cause b**hes with a badge keeping attitude
But they never catch a bad dude
And just like traffic I merge, and work on your a**
Like a search, take me down to me station
And I be k**ing motherf**ers like Jason
So buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherf**in
b**hes gon need help
Call up the army it take a million motherf**ers sisters
They still couldn't dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo
I pack a god damn A-K for the po po's
[Chorus x2]
Me k** a cop, k** a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
Me k** a cop, k** a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock