Sa Prize (part 2) -- [f**k The Police Part 2] Lyrics

Sa Prize (part 2) -- [f**k The Police Part 2] lyrics

Chorus:

f**k the police!  f**k, f**k, f**k the police!
[f**k them motherf**kers!]
f**k, f**k, f**k the police!
[Get paid back] You`re motherf**king right, yo

Verse One: Dr. Dre

f**k the motherf**king police!
They don`t want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he`ll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggaz
They gave you a motherf**king gun, so I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn`t know
They would stick your black as* back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain`t stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherf**kin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherf**kin family
They`re starin at me, but I`m goin gun happy, f**k em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight`s the night to get hyped
and fight for what`s wrong, f**k what`s right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherf**ker to what I gotta say, yo

Chorus:

f**k the police!  f**k, f**k, f**k the police
f**k
f**k, f**k, f**k the police
[Now for the first episode]

Episode One:

Yeah that shit`s hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out!  Put the joint out!
Hey you motherf**kers want to step out of the car?
Don`t you know it`s against the law to play music so god damn loud?  Shut 
the f**k up!  Go to jail?  Gimme that sh*t you was just smoking

Motherf**kers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that`s some sh*t you betta not forget

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Eazy E`s the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there`s two kinds of people
White rich f**ks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain`t got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f**k wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can`t face facts that a young black nigga`s just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more sh*t than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
keep your hand on your weapon shoot his as* and start steppin
Cause I`m a nigga that don`t give a f**k about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo

See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don`t like me, so I don`t like motherf**king cops

Chorus:

f**k the police!  f**k, f**k, f**k the police
f**k
f**k, f**k, f**k the police
[f**k the police!]

Episode Two:

Get out of the f**kin car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the f**k up black bit*h
Wait a minute, you ain`t gotta be pullin me by my motherf**kin hair!  Let 
go of my motherf**kin hair!
Hey just step the f**k back and shut up!
Get your motherf**kin hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we`re gonna go around this corner, and 
you`re gonna suck me and my partner`s dicks, or you`re gonna
be one black dead nigger bit*h

Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That`s why I hate them motherf**kers

Verse Three: MC Ren

I said f**k the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It`s a lot here that`s goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It`s like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can`t leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that`s the right they got you jacked up
It`s embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
is say f**k this, because if you move, that`s all she wrote
So what?  The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
til you`re dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you`re black there`s no right
Some recreational sh*t was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don`t do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the f**kin police, so I`m sayin

Chorus:

f**k the police!  f**k, f**k, f**k the police!
f**k
f**k the police!  f**k, f**k the police!
[The final episode]

Episode Three:

Hey Juan, look at the piece of as* man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh sh*t man you f**ked up, you hit a police car
I didn`t see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don`t speak ingles homes
...
What the f**k?  Get your as* out of there, I`ve had enough
of your raggedy as* motherfuking shit!
No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no!  Por favor, no, no!
Por que?

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