N.W.A. - F***K The Police - Edited paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson F***K The Police - Edited - N.W.A.



- The police comin' straight from the underground
A young n- got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color, so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
F- that s-, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherf- with a badge and a gun
To be beating on and thrown in jail
We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell
F- with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every n- is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still getting swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a n- down and grabbing his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showing out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any motherf- in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me, huh
A young n- on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dying in L.A.
Yo, Dre, I got something to say
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police (example of scene one)
Pull your g- ass over right now
Aw s-, now what the f- you pullin' me over for?
'Cause I feel like it
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the f- up
Man, f- this s-
Alright, smart-ass, I'm taking your black ass to jail
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
To the jury about this f- up incident?
F- the police and Ren said it with authority
Because the n- on the street is a majority
A gang is with whoever I'm steppin'
And the motherf- weapon is kept in
A stash spot for the so-called law
Wishing Ren was a n- that they never saw
Lights start flashing behind me
But they're scared of a nigga, so they mace me to blind me
But that sh- don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives them a hint not to step in my path
For police, I'm saying, "F- you, punk!"
Reading my rights and s-, it's all junk
Pulling out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma f- you up
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as f- when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any motherf- that sweats me
Or any a- that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The motherf- villain that's mad
With potential to get bad as f-
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a n- like Ren don't give a f- to say
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police
Yeah, man, what you need?
Police, open now (aww, s-)
We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! (Move, motherf-, move now!)
What the f- did I do, man? What did I do?
Just shut the f- up and get your motherf- ass on the floor! (You heard the man, shut the f- up!)
But I didn't do sh- (man, just shut the f- up!)
Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand?
And tell the jury how you feel about this bulls-?
I'm tired of the motherf- jackin'
Sweating my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and
Shining the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast
On a stupid ass n- when I'm playing with the trigger
Of an Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still, I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot
By me or another n-
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb motherf- with a gun
And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm driving off laughing, this is what I'll say
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police...
F- the police (the verdict)
The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chicken s-
Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie
Get him out of here! (I want justice!)
Get him the f- out my face! (I want justice!)
Out, right now!
F- you, you black motherf-
F- the police
F- the police
F- the police



Writer(s): Ice Cube, Young Andre Romell, Patterson Lorenzo Jerald, Whitaker Harry Lamah


N.W.A. - Straight Outta Compton: 20th Anniversary
Album Straight Outta Compton: 20th Anniversary
date de sortie
04-12-2007




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