Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Police, artist - Lil Scrappy.
Date of issue: 04.12.2006
Song language: English
Police |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain’t shit witout cha badge get da fuck |
roun me. |
Repeat 2x |
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. |
And this lil piggy ran |
home, and that lil piggy ran home. |
Everybody wan kno what happened in Orlando, we had a confirmation but they |
ain’t wan let it go. |
Tryna push me, ol bitch ass police, actin hard wit a suit |
but a badge can’t fool me. |
C’mon dawg dont take ya job dis serious. |
A gun will kill any fuckin cat dats curious. |
Its a lot of hard heads in tha |
streets dats furious. |
Ain’t nuthin u can tell me, ain’t nuthin u can do to us. |
Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad, nigga I can tell you broke cuz u took my |
cash. |
One sight of abuse and ima whip yo ass. |
C’mon man why you tryna rag? |
Dont wanna let a nigga off tha hook, wanna go by da book. |
Wen we both kno in |
our eyes you da biggest crook. |
Stop actin you kno you on tha powder. |
Punk ass prolly sniff da dope by da fuckin hour |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain’t shit witout cha badge get da fuck |
roun me. |
Repeat 2x |
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. |
And this lil piggy ran |
home, and that lil piggy ran home. |
Police dont love me, they tryna cuff me. |
Somebody do somethin I ain’t even get |
nuthin. |
They came in rushin, I start to bustin. |
Wit my back to da wall I can |
see wuts comin. |
Stead of handlin da shit they wanna handle tha shit. |
Tha feds outside of my door tryna take a pic. |
And some of em cool and some of |
em rude but I feel er’one of em my attitude. |
And I hope they do wut they gotta |
do. |
Cuz if they pull tha heat ima pull tha tube. |
And if it ain’t in ya heart |
boy dont be no fool, cuz God still lookin at chu. |
Cuz on earth lot of fuckin |
chiefs no indians. |
They say some of da police fag and feminine. |
If you call for |
help you prolly snitch on ya self. |
Do tha ??? |
niggas catch a fuckin gun from |
tha belt |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. |
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain’t shit witout cha badge get da fuck |
roun me. |
Repeat 2x |
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. |
And this lil piggy ran |
home, and that lil piggy ran home. |