Sa Prize -- [fuck The Police, Part 2] Lyrics by N.W.A.
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
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