Lyrics: Lorenzo Patterson/Tracy Lynn Curry/Eric Wright/Dr. Dre
Music: Lorenzo Patterson/Tracy Lynn Curry/Eric Wright/Dr. Dre
Chorus:
**** the police! ****ers, ****ers, **** the police!
[**** them mother****ers!]
****ers, ****ers, **** the police!
[Get paid back] You're mother****ing right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
**** the mother****ing police!
They don't want peace, they want a ****ing deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house ****ers
They gave you a mother****ing gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another ****er, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the mother****ing K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your mother****ing family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, **** em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, **** what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up mother****ers to what I gotta say, yo
Chorus:
**** the police! ****ers, ****ers, **** the police
****ers
****ers, ****ers, ****ers the police
[Now for the first episode]
Episode One:
Yeah that ****erst's hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you mother****ers want to step out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut
The ****ers up! Go to jail? Gimme that ****erst you was just smoking
Mother****ers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some ****erst you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil ****ers is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich mother****ers and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my ****erst, like they lookin for a key of ******
But they never find the ****erst
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to ****ers wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black ****ers's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more ****erst than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a ****ers that don't give a ****ers about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like mother****ing cops
Chorus:
**** the police! ****ers, ****ers, **** the police
****ers
****ers, ****ers, ****ers the police
[****ers the police!]
Episode Two:
Get out of the ****ing car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the ****ers up black ****ers
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my mother****ing hair! Let
Go of my mother****ing hair!
Hey just step the ****ers back and shut up!
Get your mother****ing hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and
You're gonna suck me and my partner's ****erss, or you're gonna
Be one black dead nigger ****ers
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them mother****ers
Verse Three: MC Ren
I said ****ers the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young ****ers is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a ****ers chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say ****ers this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a ****ers just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational ****erst was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do shit
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the ****ing police, so I'm sayin
Chorus:
**** the police! ****ers, ****ers, **** the police!
****ers
****ers the police! ****ers, ****ers the police!
[The final episode]
Episode Three:
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh ****erst man you ****** up, you hit a police ca
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
...
What the ****ers? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
Of your raggedy ass motherfuking ****erst!
No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no!
Por que?
Chorus 2X