Fuck the Police

Mike Kumagai, Violent J, Johnny Richter, D-Loc (KMK), The Dirtball, Daddy X

[Intro]
Ah fuck, not this asshole again
All right, superstar, hands on the steering wheel
What's the fuckin' problem, man?
Any drugs or any weapons in the vehicle?
Kind of
I'm Frank Babbit, God damn it; I mean business, punk
I know who you are. Fuck that
I told you boys I got my eyes on you
Yeah, right

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts
(What did you just say?)
(Fuck the police) Why you gotta sweat us?
(Yeah, I'll tell you why I'm sweating)
(Fuck the police) They say protect and serve
Then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb?
(Hey, outta of the car and on the ground, I'm done!)

[Verse 1: Daddy X]
Well here's another tale from the Subnoize shot callers
Put it on the scale and we show you how to clock dollars
Banging down the block, got my system on hit
Fly ass bitch all over my dick
Take another hit of the chronic then I bounce
Down to Johnny Richter's house so I could score another ounce
Well that's the way it is – I'm a Kottonmouth King
Rolling through the 'burbs, blowing big smoke rings
Cops on my tail; they in hot pursuit
I got my two fifteen but no excuse for the loot
I'm holding over ten Gs, mostly big face bills
I got some old warrants and a bottle of pills
I gotta think fast, so I'm heading to the pokey
I banged a quick left and I ditched Old Smokey
Pig flew by, didn't look my way
I must be higher than I thought – today's a damned good day

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts
(What did you just say?)
(Fuck the police) Why you gotta sweat us?
(I'll tell you why I'm sweating, you)
(Fuck the police) They say protect and serve
Then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb?
(Hey, outta of the car and on the ground, I'm done!)

[Verse 2: The Dirtball]
Fuck you – I buy bacon, we don't need it on the streets
If a problem crackin' off I sure don't call the police
I'm calling snipers in your city code, cops I smell
Only trying to make a buck up off us – crooked as hell
I smashed on 'em by the simple fact that I'm holdin' thirty pounds
Make my way up into Michigan, smoke it with the clowns
You are not dealing with illegal people
No longer safe or sound
Bullets are flying all over the place
And blood is soaking the ground
I'm squeezing the hell out of Rugers and Glocks
You seeing them flatten their flocks
I speeding away and heating the box
Beatin' rocks
We play some weed and flip a bitch up in the hurry fashion
And who now do I see? It's Violent J, hatchet slashin’

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) I'm sick of swine in my area
(Ah, it's Mr. Dirt Bags)
(Fuck the police) Pigs all up in my biz
(What did you just call me?)
(Fuck the police) So all together now: fuck 'em
They got for sales in my distribution grid
(Fuck me? Fuck you, punk ass!)

[Interlude]
Dispatch, I got a '78 Cutlass sedan, smoke billowing out
Two Caucasian males with face paint
The license plate: ICP
Run a check please

[Verse 3: Violent J]
Cruising down the street with the big fat hog
It's the Duke of the wicked Violent J the big dog
Drinking Faygo like a madman, yes I do
I'm screaming "Fuck the police!" (Fuck you too)
Well if I see them lights flash, I'm fast to trip
With the Sho Kosugi back flip I fatten that lip
'Cause fuck going to the stone bone is what I say
I'd rather bury one of you butt nuggets away
I'm a wicked ass clown (With stiffs in the trunk)
And when I grip the whip (You can sniff in the funk)
Kid, 'cause where I'm from it ain't about all that playin'
(No!) Now that's what I'm saying
(Whoop!) I hear the sirens blare
My axe in your hair red mist in the air
In the middle of your donut treat is my meat
You can quote me now, bitch, 'cause I'm so sweet

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) I'm trying to roll this blunt
(Yeah, I'm gonna roll your clown ass)
(Fuck the police) What the fuck you want?
(Is that a hatchet in the back seat?)
(Fuck the police) Yeah, it's all fun and games
'Til I saw your face off and choke your brains

[Interlude]
Yeah, looks like I got myself a little Richter here
What's your fuckin' problem, man?
Get out of the car, asswipe
I thought I told you I didn't want to see you
Why'd you even pull me over?
Yeah, some people never learn
Hey, if you run, I'm pulling steel!
Man, fuck you, motherfucker!

[Verse 4: Johnny Richter]
Man I just hate it when I start the blaze and see the blue and red
Behind my head, now they're harassing me, askin' me
Where I'm goin' where I've been, there's people passin' me laughin'
And now I'm startin' to get upset, why you harassing me, pig?
Yeah, I gotta fuck you for the boys in blue
And all the undercovers, yeah, fuck you too
Got a big old bowl of fuck you soup
And this rap fuck gonna catch you soon
Keep your mouth shut, about my stash and grow room
Or we might have to hunt you down, touch tombs
Kick you out to the desert for a dunes doom
Trying to fuck the police ones with real big boo, boo, boobs

[Verse 5: D-Loc]
Yeah, fuck the police comin' straight from L.A. (You know)
Up on the hill you know we puffing on the dank
And taking on the fakes (Yeah) is what we do (Tell 'em)
We shuckin' rocks, you know, at your crew
We drinkin' brew, you know we getting tattoo
Yo we killing sex in the afternoon (Yeah)
And talk about me? (What?) Talk about who? (You know)
Get this popo out his blues

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) Y'all make me sick
(Fuck the police) Y'all can suck my dick
(Fuck the police) I'm on some weed shit
I'm saying fuck the police, coming straight from J Rich

Curiosidades sobre la música Fuck the Police del Kottonmouth Kings

¿En qué álbumes fue lanzada la canción “Fuck the Police” por Kottonmouth Kings?
Kottonmouth Kings lanzó la canción en los álbumes “Long Live the Kings” en 2010, “High Standards And Greatest Hits” en 2015 y “Most Wanted Highs” en 2019.
¿Quién compuso la canción “Fuck the Police” de Kottonmouth Kings?
La canción “Fuck the Police” de Kottonmouth Kings fue compuesta por Mike Kumagai, Violent J, Johnny Richter, D-Loc (KMK), The Dirtball, Daddy X.

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