| Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped
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| And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block
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| I wasn’t driving, my wife was my D.D.
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| And she hadn’t drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
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| And I said hey dude can’t you just leave her alone
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| She ain’t done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home
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| Woah-woah
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| And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po
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| and they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more
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| Woah-hoah
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| And I’m not gonna let this go, so I’m singing fuck the po-po
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| So I got arrested, just for speaking up
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| And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up
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| Now I’m a jail-bird, I’ve done time in the pin
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| And I’ve got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
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| And my name was in the newspaper in my home town
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| They ruined my reputation because I didn’t bow down
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| No-no
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| And now I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
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| And they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more
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| Woah-hoah
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| And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po
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| Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D. |
| The long-arm of the law coming down on me
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| Now I understand why all these rappers are mad
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| They must have been treated as badly as I have
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| Now I’m screaming thug life, fuck the po-po
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| Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by
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| They’re puttin road blocks in front of my house
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| Man I’m starting to feel like I live under the Taliban
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| Can’t drive home without a gun in my face
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| Thursday through Sunday, they’re invading my space
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| Tellin' me its for my sake, they’re keepin' the streets safe
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| By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway
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| But I say man, that’s a big fuckin' lie
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| It’s all about the money from the D.U.I.'s
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| Otherwise they’d be parked out in front of this bar
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| Giving free breathalizers before we get in our cars
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| Instead they just hide about 3 miles away
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| And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
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| Drink a little to much and you’ll be cuffed and stuffed
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| And probably roughed up if you complain enough
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| You’ll be carted off to jai, in the land of the free
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| Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D. |
| Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean disrespect
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| There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect
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| And they boldy put their lives on the line
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| To protect our rights and give us peace of mind
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| But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown
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| This song is for you, and I’ll never bow down …
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| And now I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
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| And they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more
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| Woah-hoah
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| And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po yall
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| Oh no, fuck the po-po |