J Dilla - f** the Police lyrics

[Disclaimer] The views expressed on this recording Are solely those of the artist and by no means Do we encourage or condone violence against law officials [J Dilla] Ugh, it's for you, it's for you! Ugh, yea this is for all my street n***as! Feel it! [Hook] On the count of 3 say f** The Police 1, 2, 3! (f** The Police) [Verse 1] Yea, f** em! Applaud any n***a (scratch) We can lose a few of em, we got enough of em My n***as on the corner, they be dodgin and duckin em b**hes gettin' pulled over end up f**in em For Real!!! And see we got these fake cops They thought he had a gun Made a mistake cops, I hate cops Turn on the TV whats this? Another cop busted for illegal business They outta control they outta their mind They pullin you over, they hoppin inside Just...they know you got d** they know you got guns And they know they be mad when they can't find none Stupid!!!! Dont they know they invented the stash box? The heat be in it, you need a key to get in it Any offended people s** my balls All yall off the wall Get stupid dawg Don't hold back, Don't let go Don't say Damn Just say..Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa [Brigde] Get it up, Mo dough Feel it up baby On the count of 3 say f** the Police 1, 2, 3! (f** the Police) [Verse 2] Yea, don't they know its dangerous in these streets? Dont you know its gangs of us that roll deep? n***a! We O'G's fill up the whole jeep, n***a Ill wit the flows,and deal with the beats Ill in the Rover, its over homes we hold deez The reason we hold beans its no peace in the streets With the police in the streets, Yo It's cops that owe n***as Dough for O's and ki's It's more than a beef with five-oh In the streets with the five-oh its a game of survival, duke Now tell me who protects me from you? I got people that buy tek's and weed from you And all ah n***a see in the news Is cop corruption n***as gettin popped for nothing And n***as get stopped for nothing And cops pull out the Glock and bust em Yall need to get shot for nothing! Cause we don't hold back We just let go We don't say damn... We just say..whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Mo' dough baby... Fill it up!