Pimp C - Protect & Serve lyrics

(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 muthaf**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 hearse A lot of n***as dead, a lot of n***as died Cause (pop pop pop) with yo muthaf**in' 9 But no me pappy, I'll cap that badge A ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea So don't even think about tryin' to play me b**h I'll 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 Rudy 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 tryin' 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 muthaf**in' criminal, he ain't here p**y muthaf**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 I'll 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 Joker, 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 muthaf**as s** a dick, I'mma let you tell it Bird state you be diggin' all y'all a** And y'all 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 clique that don't stop Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks So call the {​coroner}​ 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 mutherf**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 I'll be goddamned if I don't hit, {​k**ing him}​ Tell {​Moody Harris}​ they gon' 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:]