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DIGGITY-DISCLAIMA: Don't take this seriously. We love cops... sorta. I mean, we don't hate 'em.
Why the cops always gettin' in our grills?! Tuba!, E-Rawq, and Oats hit 'em where it hurts. Production by me.
The vocals go in and out- we'll fix it... eventually.
Rate and comment baby.
Why the cops always gettin' in our grills?! Tuba!, E-Rawq, and Oats hit 'em where it hurts. Production by me.
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Lyrics
Verse (Tuba!):
I dunno why the cops always show up at my place,
What'd I do? When's it illegal to shoot someone in the face?
I'm a citizen, I pay my taxes... not really.
Still, the law shouldn't get all willy-nilly.
The clink is rough- it's good to be free yo,
Them coppers should eat a pubic hair burrito.
They like "You got a liscense?" and I'm like "F**k you!"
"You'll prolly let me off the hook if I suck you."
Officer, those 8 tequillas only made me krunk,
I swear, I'm not as think as you drunk.
You think you high and mighty like the Cliffs of Dover,
But you ain't sayin shit when I run yo ass over!
Your baton is cute, but if you touch me I swear,
I'll stuff your balls down your throat- hope you shaved down there!
Set foot on my street, you get a kick in the nads.
Next time you're in town, better take off your badge.
Verse (E-Rawq):
WHy won't these damn cops ever give a man a break?
We got to do what we gotta do to get a slice of cake.
I've been locked up, and they still haven't got the best of me,
They try to stop me from flowing like a vasectomy.
I've been pulled over so much, my ringtone is a siren.
"Sir may we inspect the vehicle you're driving?"
Sure, I don't care. I didn't do nothing wrong.
All I'm carrying is a gun, some brass knuckles, and a bong.
I ain't scared of you. I ain't even drunk.
But I pray to gawd that you don't find the dope in my trunk.
Man, you try to act hard like you the king of the zoo,
When you could get your ass kicked by Scooby Doo!
Next time you mess with me and try to act higher,
I'll shank yo ass, and light you on fire.
And if any more cops step to me like they legit,
Don't push me boy, 'cause I ain't scared of shit.
Verse (Oats):
Running from those pompous ass fools they call the po-po,
All they wanna do is f**k you up the butthole.
Let me spit you some grime to some rhythm and rhyme
When I confronted the cops oh so many times.
So I was standing on the roof of the bank I robbed before,
And I looked down to see cops surrounding the door.
So I charged the police with a full on attack-
I ran almost as fast as the Flash on smack.
Then, I ran into a cop and screamed "F**K!"
Due to circumstances, I was shit outta luck.
Drivin' fast on the frreway, cops giving me no leeway.
I'm so high on my shit, I can't even see straight.
So run, Forest, run! These cops be trippin',
With so much shit up their ass, they must be limpin'.
All these coppers today, they're morals are heinous,
So what do I do? I cut off their penis!
Boom shocka laka y'almost shook them maracas,
I send yo bitch asses to Davy Jones' Locker.
I'm not a bad guy, I don't carry a grudge.
But when cops think of me, I made 'em shit out fudge!
Trancribed by Tuba!
Lyrics ©2007 Tuba!, E-Rawq, and Oats
I dunno why the cops always show up at my place,
What'd I do? When's it illegal to shoot someone in the face?
I'm a citizen, I pay my taxes... not really.
Still, the law shouldn't get all willy-nilly.
The clink is rough- it's good to be free yo,
Them coppers should eat a pubic hair burrito.
They like "You got a liscense?" and I'm like "F**k you!"
"You'll prolly let me off the hook if I suck you."
Officer, those 8 tequillas only made me krunk,
I swear, I'm not as think as you drunk.
You think you high and mighty like the Cliffs of Dover,
But you ain't sayin shit when I run yo ass over!
Your baton is cute, but if you touch me I swear,
I'll stuff your balls down your throat- hope you shaved down there!
Set foot on my street, you get a kick in the nads.
Next time you're in town, better take off your badge.
Verse (E-Rawq):
WHy won't these damn cops ever give a man a break?
We got to do what we gotta do to get a slice of cake.
I've been locked up, and they still haven't got the best of me,
They try to stop me from flowing like a vasectomy.
I've been pulled over so much, my ringtone is a siren.
"Sir may we inspect the vehicle you're driving?"
Sure, I don't care. I didn't do nothing wrong.
All I'm carrying is a gun, some brass knuckles, and a bong.
I ain't scared of you. I ain't even drunk.
But I pray to gawd that you don't find the dope in my trunk.
Man, you try to act hard like you the king of the zoo,
When you could get your ass kicked by Scooby Doo!
Next time you mess with me and try to act higher,
I'll shank yo ass, and light you on fire.
And if any more cops step to me like they legit,
Don't push me boy, 'cause I ain't scared of shit.
Verse (Oats):
Running from those pompous ass fools they call the po-po,
All they wanna do is f**k you up the butthole.
Let me spit you some grime to some rhythm and rhyme
When I confronted the cops oh so many times.
So I was standing on the roof of the bank I robbed before,
And I looked down to see cops surrounding the door.
So I charged the police with a full on attack-
I ran almost as fast as the Flash on smack.
Then, I ran into a cop and screamed "F**K!"
Due to circumstances, I was shit outta luck.
Drivin' fast on the frreway, cops giving me no leeway.
I'm so high on my shit, I can't even see straight.
So run, Forest, run! These cops be trippin',
With so much shit up their ass, they must be limpin'.
All these coppers today, they're morals are heinous,
So what do I do? I cut off their penis!
Boom shocka laka y'almost shook them maracas,
I send yo bitch asses to Davy Jones' Locker.
I'm not a bad guy, I don't carry a grudge.
But when cops think of me, I made 'em shit out fudge!
Trancribed by Tuba!
Lyrics ©2007 Tuba!, E-Rawq, and Oats
apb
.. one is amused. Groovy, fun .. and at times pretty grotesque, number. Sounds like you all had fun doing this - I particularly liked "Sure, I don't care. I didn't do nothing wrong.
All I'm carrying is a gun, some brass knuckles, and a bong."
Time to walk the line Tuba, open the trunk E-Rawqs and spread 'em Oats, your all busted!! ;o)