Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The F... Outta Dodge, artist - Public Enemy.
Date of issue: 30.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get The F... Outta Dodge |
I was wheelin' |
Wit’the boom in the back |
The treble was level |
I like it like that |
I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin' |
5-o looked and said hold it And I stopped still |
I never got ill |
'Cause my license was clean an I showed |
A peace powwow |
Instead of pow pow |
I’m straight up and I’m straight |
So how you like me now |
But I know how you do You’re straight from Babylon |
But I know how you do You’re straight from Babylon |
They said turn it down |
'Cause it’s a new law |
You never seen us before |
But we’re raw like a war |
They warned me once |
They warned me twice |
So I knew I was warned |
They had it goin’on |
I got the f--- outta Dodge |
Wit’my Bronco |
60 miles per hour |
50 miles to go And I be pumpin’the sound |
Drownin’out the cars |
Which tape should I rock |
L.L.'s or R.A.'s |
I’m in the streets of New York |
(Go away) |
So I pop in my Kool G Rap 'n'Polo tape |
And they was at it again |
Sirens in the air |
Ahhh sh-t |
So I’m outta here |
But the blue in the front |
Called the blue in the back |
They cut me off |
Stopped me dead in my tracks |
But this is minimal |
I’m not a criminal |
I always did what I did |
Because I’m not a kid |
But they looked me down |
They stared me down |
Told me what I did |
I ain’t wit’it |
'Cause word around town was a stickup |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
B-boy niga in a pickup |
But I was jeepin’and creepin' |
Just a keepin’it down, sound |
Here we go the run around |
Blamin’me for the hardcore roar |
But they the ones wit’the 44's |
So I’m coolin' |
I know the beat is rulin' |
Too loud for the crowd |
The bass is large yeah |
So I’ll get the f--- outta Dodge |
That’s right y’all, el commando |
El commando you’re in demand-o |
SGT HAWKES: |
Sgt. |
Hawkes and I’m down wit’the cop scene |
I’m a rookie and I’m rollin’wit’a swat team |
Packin’a nine can’t wait to use it Crooked cop yeah that’s my music |
Up against the wall don’t gimme no lip son |
A bank is robbed and you fit the description |
And I ain’t your mama and I ain’t your pops |
Keep your music down or you might get shot |
This is a warning so watch your tail |
Or I’m a have to put your ass in jail |
I’m the police and I’m in charge |
You don’t like it get the f--- outta Dodge |