Tru - Sweated By Da Po Po's lyrics

(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