Punk police

Punk police

Punk police

Stop - I can't take no mo'

Why is the police steady knockin at my do'?

24-7 them devils be trippin

They say some banks was robbed and I fit the description

But that's drama, so save it for your mama

I'm not criminal minded, punk police, I'm a

Dope rhyme dealer, not a money stealer

Was real in '91, but now I'm much realer

On the streets you roam, tryina follow me home

Steady runnin checks on me and my Brougham

You see my mother is worried, you got her vision all blurried

You throwin darts at my partner's poster - and he's buried?

Restin in peace, but you won't give him no peace

Man, you punk police, I'm not the savage beast

You labeled us a ruthless g-a-n-g

But the biggest gangsters are on the VPD

They hate to see me drivin a car I bought

They hate how I talk, I can't spit on the sidewalk

They roughin and coughin me, in jail they be stuffin me

Every damn day, man, they can't get enough of me

I could maybe understand if I was breakin the law

And I'ma dedicate this to Detective McGraw

You be steady accusin, but these cases you losin

You be steady abusin, mane, do you find it amusin?

Well haha, I'ma laugh in your face

While you kick on back and feel the bass

Punk police with a one-track mind

Man, you can't even find who's been robbin you blind

It got deep, so you had to blame somebody

What's next - you gon' frame somebody?

You gon' frame somebody?

(You gon' frame somebody?)

Is you gon' frame somebody?

(Is you gon' frame somebody?)

Punk police

For the dumb punk one-time I've got one rhyme

You can't stop sweatin me, no, not even sometime

You fuss and cuss at, would love to fuss at

A brother like me, always searchin my nutsack

'Punk Police' I named this cut

And punk police, I'll tell you what

You need to stop trippin and cold do yo job

Stop tryina be ruthless and stop tryina mob

Punk police are nothin clean

Look how they did Rodney King

In every neighborhood, state, city and town

A crooked policeman can be found

Off-duty he never would squab hard

But give him that gat, badge and that squat car

Then it's jack time, fuck-with-a-black time

I'm talkin real, man, listen to a Mac rhyme

Listen to a Mac rhyme

Punk police

Punk police

Punk police

And it don't stop, and it don't quit

Punk police can't tell me shit

I'm just a Romp star goin to the top far

You can't stop me strikin in my Cadillac car

Straight doin it, straight doin it

Romper Room crewin it, Romper Room crewin it

I can't stop doin it, can't stop doin it

Straight Romp crewin it, straight Romp crewin it