Protect & Serve

(fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police)

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 mutha fuckin 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 herse

Alotta niggas did, alotta niggas die

Cause (bang bang bang) with yo mutha fuckin 9

But no me pappy, ill cap that badge

A ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea

So don't even think about tryn to play me bitch

Ill 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 rudey 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 tryn to get there jack on

Even though I had the right inspection

Tricka they still dick a nigga like an erection

Lookin for a mutha fuckin criminal, he ain't here

Pussy mutha fuckas, 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 ill 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 joka, 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 motha fuckas

Suck a dick, imma let you tell it

Bird state you be diggin all yall ass

And yall 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 clic that don't stop

Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks

So call (_some_mother_fuckers_name_edited_) 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 mother fuckin 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 ill be god damned if I don't get (_name_edited_) they gonna 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 ass hole

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