F***k Tha Police

- The police comin' straight from the underground A young - got it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority - That 'ish, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk mother- with a badge and a gun To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell - With me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every - is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see, me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still gettin' swoll off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a - down, and grabbin' his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showin' out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any mother- in a blue uniform Just 'cause I'm from the CPT Punk police are afraid of me! Huh, a young - on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin' in L.A Yo Dre, I got somethin' to say - The police - The police - The police - The Police (example of scene one) Pull your god- over right now Aww ish, now what the - you pullin' me over for? 'Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the - up Man, - this s- A'ight smart ass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail! MC Ren, will you please give your testimony To the jury about this - up incident? - The police and Ren said it with authority Because the - on the street is a majority A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin' And the mother- weapon is kept in A stash box, for the so-called law Wishin' Ren was a - that they never saw Lights start flashin' behind me But they're scared of a - so they mace me to blind me But that s- don't work, I just laugh Because it gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path For police, I'm sayin', "- you punk!" Readin' my rights and ish, it's all junk Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it punk, and I'm a - you up! Make you think I'm a kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as - when it comes to crime But I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any mother- that sweats me Or any ass-, that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The mother- villain that's mad With potential, to get bad as - So I'm a turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound Yeah, somethin' like that But it all depends on the size of the gat Takin' out a police, would make my day But a - like Ren don't give a - to say - The police - The police - The police - The Police Yeah man, what you need? Police, open now Aww, - We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em (Move mother- move now!) What the - did I do, man what did I do? Just shut the - up And get your mother- - on the floor (you heard the man, shut the - up!) But I didn't do - Man, just shut the - up! Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand And tell the jury how you feel about this bullish? I'm tired of the mother- jackin' Sweatin' my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and Shinin' the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid-assed - when I'm playin' with the trigger Of any Uzi or an AK 'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put out my picture with silence 'Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot By me, or another - And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (Size ain't s-, he's from the old school fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb mother- with a gun And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one That I take out, and then get away While I'm drivin' off laughin' this is what I'll say - The police - The police - The police - The Police The verdict The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck White bread, chicken s- mother- But wait, that's a lie! That's a g- lie! Get him out of here! (I want justice!) Get him the - out my face! (I want justice!) Out, right now! - You, you black mother-! - The police - The police - The police