paroles de chanson So What - Paris
FREEZE,
POLICE!!
(What
are
you
doing?!)
On
the
floor,
ON
THE
FLOOR
NOW
{On
your
stomach,
get
on
your
stomach,
on
your
stomach!}
{ON
YOUR
STOMACH!}
{*gunshots*}
Yo...
They
got
up
out
the
squad
car
Jaws
hard,
jarheads,
they
want
us
all
dead
Walkin
up
to
the
door,
they
all
saw
red
It's
one
local
detective,
the
rest
is
all
feds
Kick
the
do'
down,
ripped
the
whole
house
up
Grandmomma
asked
what's
wrong
and
got
her
mouth
cut
The
lead
fed
grabbed
her
by
the
throat,
threw
her
up
against
the
wall
And
told
her
they
won't
leave
without
drugs
With
no
just
cause,
just
'cause
Had
her
tied
up
in
her
own
closet
wearin
just
drawers
Pants
down,
standin
'round
sweatin
and
laughin
And
high-fivin
each
other
like
- that's
what's
up
dawg!
Until
a
blizzard
of
bullets
blew
some
nuts
off
One
by
one
they
run
but
got
gunned
off
Her
grandson
was
only
five
but
he
saw
the
whole
thang
from
the
stairs
And
managed
to
make
the
gun
cough
These
streets
can
only
see
so
much
until
they
say
SO
WHAT
Let
the
police
cars
blow
up,
it
won't
be
long
'til
the
ghetto
Can
only
take
so
much,
of
the
blame
gettin
thrown
on
us
And
politicians
bodies
go
numb,
from
going
dumb
- SO
WHAT?
Yeah,
another
visit
from
the
social
worker
She
know
her
kids
ain't
supposed
to
know
this
dope
and
murder
He
know
her
kids
ain't
supposed
to
notice
dope
and
murder
So
he
let
her
keep
'em
in
exchange
for
some
social
service
And
every
week's
the
same,
he
gets
so
nervous
They
snort
coke,
then
she
let
him
hit
it
'til
it
hurt
it
Typically,
that's
the
end
of
the
date
She
swallows
his
pride,
the
kids
can
stay
She
ain't
mentioned
he
the
reason
why
the
baby
in
her
stomach
got
her
tummy
out
When
she
did,
he
froze
up
and
dummied
out
Took
her
food
stamps,
put
him
in
his
book
Walked
away
then
she
screamed
out
'Hey'
and
caught
a
left
hook
That's
when
the
hollow
tip
hot
one
let
his
chest
cook
Shortened
every
breath
took;
her
young
son
Mean
muggin
handcuffed
as
they
took
him
away
Said
"Momma
you
gon'
be
okay,
so
what?!"
She
was
a
proud
mom,
a
G.I.
Joe
mom
Couldn't
see
they
lied
for
war,
she
was
all
for
it
Wavin
flags,
sportin
tags
with
the
yellow
ribbons
And
when
she
said
he
was
a
hero
know
she
really
meant
it
'Til
somebody
showed
her
proof
of
the
ruse
Took
her
to
GuerrillaFunk
dot
com
for
the
hard
truth
Showed
the
motive
and
the
profiteering
from
the
mission
She
got
mad
and
wrote
her
congressman
but
he
ain't
listen
So
she
prayed
everyday
that
they
Would
pull
the
troops
out
the
fray
and
they
would
be
okay
All
she
had
was
her
faith
'til
the
day
the
news
Came
talkin
'bout
that
roadside
bomb
in
Fallujah
And
even
though
she
thought
she'd
been
through
the
worst
Mama
walked
into
the
closet,
put
the
strap
in
her
purse
And
went
first
to
the
door
of
her
congressman's
home
Took
his
life
'fore
takin
her
own,
shoulda
known
- Repeat
2X
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