trouble - fuck the police (free lil’ boosie) lyrics
[verse 1: trouble]
ain’t from the top, but it’s a must i scream f+ck [?]
5 o, 12, whatever you call the p+ssys who take us to jail
raise h+ll about us making drug sales
be the same motherf+ckers who kick a door and steal your mail
tell me, ain’t that robbing too?
but if i do it, it’s a problem, probably just ’cause it ain’t you
yeah, you
with that adge, [?] b+tch ass
i hate them with a passion
[?] can’t see [?]
[?] if they got a hat on
with some dreads
you fit the description, that’s what all these monkey ass said
the black [?] white [?] it’s only right
that i say [?] f+ck them all
motherf+ck the law
identification, yeah, i got one
but it ain’t in my pocket, p+ssy, it’s a 40
want me to c+ck it?
i never forget when they shot big [?] in the back
shots fired, [?] down, got 4 years for that
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f+ck ’em, narcotics, f+ck ’em
feds, f+ck ’em, das, f+ck ’em
we don’t need you b+tches on our street say with me
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
[verse 2: veli sosa]
f+ck the police, coming straight from the a+town
’cause wehre i’m from, we give they b+tch ass a hundred rounds
[?] b+tch i’m still trapping in it
you see the petty way them n+ggas throw [?]
who the f+ck wanna be a pig anyway?
[?]nuts, and sh+t, that’s straight g+y
pulling n+ggas over, ’cause he in the new whip
you really hating, ’cause you riding in some bullsh+t
p+ssy ass d.a., talking ’bout a cop out
how [?] kids [?] watch you cop out
and to the feds, you can suck my d+ck two times
[?] b+tch [?]
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f+ck ’em, narcotics, f+ck ’em
feds, f+ck ’em, das, f+ck ’em
we don’t need you b+tches on our street say with me
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
[verse 3: lil’ charles da undadog]
f+ck the d.a., the jurry and even the judge
they ain’t never showed lil charls no love
they gave my cousin [?] life
[?]
my dad [?] deserved it
[?] on the block, we used to hustle in it
and i ain’t talking ’bout the sun, i mean the f+cking police
pistol on me, bomb in the bushes
i kept [?] p+ssy [?] these n+ggas [?]
and to the feds, you can suck a d+ck and die
’cause i’ll never be a snitch, or a b+tch or testify
that glock and that vest, and [?] bag
toe for toe, i’ll get your motherf+cking ass
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f+ck ’em, narcotics, f+ck ’em
feds, f+ck ’em, das, f+ck ’em
we don’t need you b+tches on our street say with me
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b+tch and a half n+gga
f+ck the police (f+ck ’em) f+ck the police (f+ck ’em)
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