paroles de chanson Protect & Serve - UGK
Mr.
copper
Mr.
copper
can
we
speak?
How
many
niggas
do
you
beat
down
in
a
week?
And
do
you
get
a
kick
when
you
beat
a
Nigga
down
with
that
muthafuckin'
stick
So
you
can
suck
a
nigga
dick
Rodney
King
really
fucked
me
up
at
first
But
at
least
he
didn't
go
home
in
no
hearse
A
lot
of
niggas
dead,
a
lot
of
niggas
died
Cause
(pop
pop
pop)
with
yo
muthafuckin'
9
But
no
me
pappy,
I'll
cap
that
badge
A
ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat
uh
yea
So
don't
even
think
about
tryin'
to
play
me
bitch
I'll
gat
ya
down
with
my
fuckin'
.38
ya
bitch
Ya
got
suga
in
ya
nuts
just
like
them
grip
niggas
Ain't
shit
without
that
stick
and
that
fuckin'
trigga
And
yo
I
think
it
is
my
duty
To
slice
some
laws
thoroughly,
Cause
they
killed
my
nigga
Rudy
and
I
don't
think
that's
right
The
policemen
are
your
friends
(But
all
my
niggas
say)they're
here
to
protect
and
serve
The
policemen
are
your
friends
(And
all
my
niggas
say)they're
here
to
protect
and
serve
I
try
to
keep
my
face
off
the
street
Cause
that
99
always
wanna
swear
It
was
me
at
the
scene
of
the
crime,I
wasn't
there
Bitch,
I
was
at
home
with
blistered
feet
Soaking
my
dogs,
with
my
gal
smoking
a
Swisher
Sweet
But
before
I
could
put
my
Nikes
back
on
I
pulled
to
the
curb
by
some
blue
And
white
tryin'
to
get
there
jack
on
Even
though
I
had
the
right
inspection
Tricka
they
still
dick
a
nigga
like
an
erection
Lookin
for
a
muthafuckin'
criminal,
he
ain't
here
Pussy
muthafuckas',
what
color
you
painting
fear
But
you
can
color
me
bad
Like
them
crackas
and
there
choking
But
understand
the
real
when
its
smoking
I'm
loccin'
and
smokin',
niggas
is
fightin'
fast
Now
your
lil
trifling
ass
is
doomed
To
feel
the
boom
of
my
titan
of
class
So
with
my
9 I'll
buck
up
a
trick
And
a
crooked
cop
just
might
get
shot
Just
for
the
fuck
of
it
Fuck
the
fast
laws,
make
ya
blow
on
the
trigga
squeeze
I
don't
want
to
kill
a
cop
I
just
wanna
bust
that
nigga
in
his
knees
And
watch
him
squirm
and
squeal
as
I
buck
him
there
Get
down
on
the
floor
ho
you
ain't
goin'
no
fuckin'
where
One
in
yo
arms,
yo
knees,
yo
shoulda
I'm
laughin
like
Joker,
now
turn
your
punk
ass
over,
bitch
But
this
ain't
for
my
brotha
Its
strictly
for
my
niggas
whose
Triggas
died
undercover,
no
lovas
muthafuckas
Suck
a
dick,
I'mma
let
you
tell
it
Bird
state
you
be
diggin'
all
y'all
ass
And
y'all
know
ya
wanna
smell
it
Fools,
so
gon'
take
a
sniff
And
right
before
ya
choke,
catch
the
smoke
From
the
chrome
and
the
spliff
Out,
nigga,
from
the
clique
that
don't
stop
Barkin
at
a
cop
with
a
pocket
full
of
rocks
So
call
the
{coroner}
and
tell
him
what
I
said
I
know
ya
got
a
vest
so
I'm
aiming
at
your
head
Bloody,
red,
I'm
going
to
your
funeral
I'm
spraying
hoes
with
lead
Fuck
respect
for
the
mutherfuckin'
dead
Cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
a
punk
ass
fed
I'm
splittin'
niggas
wigs
and
leavin'
pussies
on
they
head
And
I'll
be
goddamned
if
I
don't
hit,
{killing
him}
Tell
{Moody
Harris}
they
gon'
want
to
come
and
get
'em
So
ashes
to
ashes
and
bless
his
soul
Now
bend
his
ass
over
so
I
can
fuck
him
with
his
stick
in
his
asshole
1 I Left It Wet for You
2 Something Good
3 Murder
4 It's Supposed to Bubble
5 Pocket Full of Stones
6 Diamonds & Wood
7 Short Texas
8 Let Me See It
9 Front, Back & Side to Side
10 Ain't That a Bitch (Ask Yourself)
11 Ain't That a Bitch (Ask Yourself) [feat. Devin the Dude]
12 Protect & Serve
13 Choppin' Blades
14 Good Stuff
15 Pocket Full of Stones (Pimp C Remix)
16 One Day
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