Ah f**k not this asshole again
(All right superstar hands on the steering wheel)
What's the f**kin' problem man
(Any drugs or any weapons in the vehicle )
Kind of
(I'm Frank Babbit goddammit I mean business punk)
I know who you are F**k that
(I told you boys I got my eyes on you)
Yeah right
(F**k the police) Man lick these nuts
What did you just say (F**k the police)
Why you gotta sweat us I'll tell you why I'm sweating (F**k the police)
They say protect and serve then why the f**k am I handcuffed on the curb
Hey outta of the car before I fire gun
Well here's another tale from the Subnoize shot callers
Put it on the scale and we show you how to clock dollars
Banging down the block got my system on hit
Fly a** b**ch all over my dick
Take another hit of the chronic than I bounce down to
Johnny Richter's house so I could score another ounce
Well that's the way it is I'm a Kottonmouth King
Rolling through the 'burbs blowing big smoke rings
Cops on my tail; they in hot pursuit
I got my 215 but no excuse for the loot
I'm holding over 10 Gs mostly big face bills
I got some old warrants and a bottle of pills
I gotta think fast so I'm heading to the pokey
I banged a quick left and I ditched Old Smokey
Pig flew by didn't look my way
I must be higher than I thought today's a damned good day
(F**k the police) Man lick these nuts
What did you just say (F**k the police)
Why you gotta sweat us I'll tell you why I'm sweating (F**k the police)
They say protect and serve then why the f**k am I handcuffed on the curb
F**k you I buy bacon we don't need it on the streets
If a problem crackin' off I sure don't call the police
I'm calling snipers in your city code cops I smell
Only trying to make a buck up off us crooked as hell
I smashed on 'em by the simple fact that I'm holding 30 pounds
Make my way up into Michigan smoke it with the clowns
You are not dealing with illegal people
No longer safe or sound
Bullets are flying all over the place
And blood is soaking the ground
I'm squeezing the hell out of Rugers and Glocks
You seeing them flatten their flocks I speeding away and heating the box
Beat rocks We play some w**d and flip a b**ch up in the hurry fashion
And who now do I see It's Violent J hatchet slashin'
(F**k the police) I'm sick of swine on my area
(F**k the police) Yeah it's Mr Dirt Bags
Pigs all up in my biz (F**k the police)
What did you just call me All together now f**k 'em F**k me
They got for sales in my distribution grid F**k you punk a**
Dispatch I got a '78 Cutlass sedan smoke billowing out
Two Caucasian males with paint
A license plate ICP Run a check please
Cruising down the street With the big fat hog
It's the do-gooder Duke of the wicked Violent J Jake the Big Dog
Drinking Faygo like a madman Yes I do I'm screaming "F**k the police "
(F**k you too) Well if I see them lights flash I'm fast to trip
With the shoka soogy back flip I fatten that lip
Cuz f**k going to the stone bone Is what I say
I'd rather bury one of you butt nuggets away
I'm a wicked a** clown (with stiffs in the trunk)
And when I grip the whip (you can sniff in the funk)
Kid cuz where I'm from it ain't about all that playin'
(Nooo ) Now that's what I'm saying (whoop )
I hear the sirens blare My axe in your hair
Red mist in the air In the middle of your donut treat is my meat
You can quote me now b**ch cuz I'm so sweet
(F**k the police) I'm trying to roll this blunt Yeah
I'm gonna roll your clown a** (F**k the police)
What the f**k you want Is that a hatchet in the back seat (F**k the police)
Yeah it's all fun and games
'Til I saw your face off and choke your brains
Yeah looks like I got myself a little Richter here
What's your f**kin' problem man
Get out of the car asswipe
I thought I told you I didn't want to see you
Why'd you even pull me over
Yeah some people never learn
Hey if you run I'm pulling steel
Man f**k you motherf**ker
Man I just hate it when I start the blaze and see the blue and red behind my head
Now they're harassing me asking me where I'm going where I've been
There's people passing me laughing and now I'm starting to get upset
Why you harassing me pig Yeah I gotta f**k you for the boys in blue
And all the undercovers yeah f**k you too Got a big old bowl of f**k you soup
And if yous f**k gonna catch you soon Keep your mouth shut
About my stash and grow room or we might have to hunt you down
Touch tomb desert for a dunes doom
Trying to f**k the police ones with real big boo boo boobs
Yeah f**k the police
That's become a straight from the leg (you know)
Up on the hill you know we puffing on the dank
And taking on the fakes is what we do
We shuckin' rocks you know at your crew
We drink and brew you know we getting tattoo
We killing sex in the afternoon
And talk about me (what )
Talk about who (you know)
Get this popo out his blues
(F**k the police) Y'all make me sick
(F**k the police) Y'all can suck my dick
(F**k the police) I want some w**d sh*t I'm saying f**k the police
Coming straight from J Rich