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| Song Title: | Sa Prize (part 2) |
| Artist: | N.W.A. Find N.W.A. on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 12 |
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Chorus:
Fuck the police! Fuck fuck fuck the police! [Fuck them motherfuckers!] Fuck fuck fuck the police! [Get paid back] You're motherfucking right yo Verse One: Dr. Dre Fuck the motherfucking police! They don't want peace they want a nigga 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 niggaz They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure you made out, good to go, but you didn't know They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo To kill another nigga, 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 whassup with that A to the motherfuckin K The last words you hear, then the smoke appears Tears, from your motherfuckin family They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em! Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right! And by the way, my name is Dre So listen up motherfucker to what I gotta say, yo Chorus: Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck the police [Now for the first episode] Episode One: Yeah that shit'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 motherfuckers 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 fuck up! Go to jail? Gimme that shit you was just smoking Motherfuckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat And that's some shit you betta not forget Verse Two: Eazy-E Eazy E's the name feared by most When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen But on the streets there's two kinds of people White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me Pull over to the side, routine for me Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine But they never find the shit Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit Thinkin everything is stolen But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin Making more money than they ever make Taking more shit than they ever take Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck 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 motherfucking cops Chorus: Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck the police [Fuck the police!] Episode Two: Get out of the fuckin car! Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do? Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let go of my motherfuckin hair! Hey just step the fuck back and shut up! Get your motherfuckin hands off of me! Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and you're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers Verse Three: MC Ren I said fuck 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 nigga is took Off the face of the street by a police It's like they gotta a nigga 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 embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do is say fuck 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 Harassin me with some kind of mind game Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name You call that right but when you're black there's no right Some recreational shit was only a gang fight So shootin at the cops was a street thing To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine But everything was done just for peace To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin Chorus: Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police! Fuck Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck the police! [The final episode] Episode Three: Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man Watch out watch out watch out homes! Oh shit man you fucked 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 fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough of your raggedy ass motherfuking shit! No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no! Por que? Chorus 2X |