NWA - Sa Prize (part 2) -- lyrics

Chorus: f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police! [f** them motherf**ers!] f**, f**, f** the police! [Get paid back] You're motherf**ing right, yo Verse One: Dr. Dre f** the motherf**ing police! They don't want peace, they want a n***a deceased So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform And yo the black police, the house n***az They gave you a motherf**ing gun, so I guess you figure you made out, good to go, but you didn't know They would stick your black a** back in the ghetto, yo To k** another n***a, catch him with crack, in fact Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that You got a gat, I got a gat, so wha**up with that A to the motherf**in K The last words you hear, then the smoke appears Tears, from your motherf**in family They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, f** em! Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped and fight for what's wrong, f** what's right! And by the way, my name is Dre So listen up motherf**er to what I gotta say, yo Chorus: f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police f** f**, f**, f** the police [Now for the first episode] Episode One: Yeah that sh**'s hittin man, where the volume at? Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time Put the joint out! Put the joint out! Hey you motherf**ers want to step out of the car? Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut the f** up! Go to jail? Gimme that sh** you was just smoking Motherf**ers from high crime areas view the police as a threat And that's some sh** you betta not forget Verse Two: Eazy-E Eazy E's the name feared by most When, a lil n***a is thrown in the pen But on the streets there's two kinds of people White rich f**s and the ones who get hara**ed like me Pull over to the side, routine for me Tearin up my sh**, like they lookin for a key of c**aine But they never find the sh** Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f** wit Thinkin everything is stolen But can't face facts that a young black n***a's just rollin Making more money than they ever make Taking more sh** than they ever take Yo pigs are made to k**, and no regret and keep your hand on your weapon shoot his a** and start steppin Cause I'm a n***a that don't give a f** about nothin So let me explain a lil somethin, yo See, I got this problem, a big problem... Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherf**ing cops Chorus: f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police f** f**, f**, f** the police [f** the police!] Episode Two: Get out of the f**in car! Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do? Hey just shut the f** up black b**h Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherf**in hair! Let go of my motherf**in hair! Hey just step the f** back and shut up! Get your motherf**in hands off of me! Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and you're gonna s** me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna be one black dead n******g b**h Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherf**ers Verse Three: MC Ren I said f** the police but with a little more force And maybe now I get my point across It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look Everyday a young n***a is took Off the face of the street by a police It's like they gotta a n***a chained on a short leash You can't leave out the city that they shacked up Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up It's embara**in because you know they justice, but all you can do is say f** this, because if you move, that's all she wrote So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head til you're dead with the steel toe boot Hara**in me with some kind of mind game Actin like a n***a just was born with a gang-name You call that right but when you're black there's no right Some recreational sh** was only a gang fight So shootin at the cops was a street thing To waste time have to explain don't do c**aine But everything was done just for peace To retaliate, on the f**in police, so I'm sayin Chorus: f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police! f** f** the police! f**, f** the police! [The final episode] Episode Three: Hey Juan, look at the piece of a** man Watch out watch out watch out homes! Oh sh** man you f**ed up, you hit a police car I didn't see that piece of caca! Better act like you don't speak ingles homes ... What the f**? Get your a** out of there, I've had enough of your raggedy a** motherfuking sh**! No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no! Por que? Chorus 2X