When cops are taking care of business I can understand But the L.A. story´s gone way out of hand Their acts of aggression, they say they´re justified But it seems an obsession has started from the inside
They´re shooting anyone who even tries to run They´re shooting little kids with toy guns Take it to a jury but they don´t give a damn Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman
Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don´t need a reason (We´re) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by Martial law ain´t no solution Police brutality´s just social pollution
Beat all the white trash Beat whoever you see Don´t need a reason (We´re) L.A.P.D.
They say they´re keeping the peace But I´m not buying it because a billy club ain´t much of a pacifier "Protecting your freedom" Now that´s just a lie
It´s an excuse for power that´s more like an alibi Law and order doesn´t really matter When you´re the one getting bruised and battered You take it to a jury, they´ll throw it in your face Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace