Police Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Everybody wan kno what happened in Orlando, we had a confirmation but they aint wan let it go. Tryna push me, ol bitch ass police, actin hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me. C'mon dawg don't take ya job this serious. A gun will kill any fuckin cat dats curious. It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious. Aint nuthin you can tell me, aint nuthin you can do to us. Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad, nigga I can tell you broke cuz you took my cash. One sight of abuse and ima whip yo ass. C'mon man why you tryna rag? Don't wanna let a nigga off tha hook, wanna go by da book. Wen we both kno in our eyes you da biggest crook. Stop actin you kno you on tha powder. Punk ass prolly sniff da dope by da fuckin hour.

[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me. Somebody do somethin I aint even get nuthin. They came in rushin, I start to bustin. Wit my back to da wall I can see wuts comin. Stead of handlin da shit they wanna handle tha shit. Tha feds outside of my door tryna take a pic. And some of em cool and some of em rude but I feel er'one of em my attitude. And I hope they do what they gotta do. Cuz if they pull tha heat ima pull tha tube. And if it aint in ya heart boy don't be no fool, cuz God still lookin at chu. Cuz on earth lot of fuckin chiefs no indians. They say some of da police fag and feminine. If you call for help you prolly snitch on ya self. Do tha?? Niggas catch a fuckin gun from tha belt.

[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me. [Repeat 2x]
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. [x2]