Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck The Po-Po, artist - Corey Smith.
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck The Po-Po |
Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped |
And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block |
I wasn’t driving, my wife was my D.D. |
And she hadn’t drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D. |
And I said hey dude can’t you just leave her alone |
She ain’t done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home |
Woah-woah |
And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po |
and they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more |
Woah-hoah |
And I’m not gonna let this go, so I’m singing fuck the po-po |
So I got arrested, just for speaking up |
And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up |
Now I’m a jail-bird, I’ve done time in the pin |
And I’ve got a real messed up story to tell all my friends |
And my name was in the newspaper in my home town |
They ruined my reputation because I didn’t bow down |
No-no |
And now I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po |
And they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more |
Woah-hoah |
And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po |
Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D. |
The long-arm of the law coming down on me |
Now I understand why all these rappers are mad |
They must have been treated as badly as I have |
Now I’m screaming thug life, fuck the po-po |
Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by |
They’re puttin road blocks in front of my house |
Man I’m starting to feel like I live under the Taliban |
Can’t drive home without a gun in my face |
Thursday through Sunday, they’re invading my space |
Tellin' me its for my sake, they’re keepin' the streets safe |
By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway |
But I say man, that’s a big fuckin' lie |
It’s all about the money from the D.U.I.'s |
Otherwise they’d be parked out in front of this bar |
Giving free breathalizers before we get in our cars |
Instead they just hide about 3 miles away |
And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake |
Drink a little to much and you’ll be cuffed and stuffed |
And probably roughed up if you complain enough |
You’ll be carted off to jai, in the land of the free |
Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D. |
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean disrespect |
There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect |
And they boldy put their lives on the line |
To protect our rights and give us peace of mind |
But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown |
This song is for you, and I’ll never bow down … |
And now I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po |
And they wonder why folks don’t trust 'em no more |
Woah-hoah |
And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po yall |
Oh no, fuck the po-po |