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Fuck The Police

Thurz
Track 3 on LA Riot 

Produced by

Aug. 9, 20111 viewer

Fuck The Police Lyrics

[Hook:]
On the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
Said, on the count of three say fuck the police 1-2-3

[Intro:]
This shit just happened, out of fucking nowhere
Uh

[Verse - Thurzday]
Picture me rolling my hand clutching the four-fo'
No rival gang, a nigga dumping on po'-po
Taking a pigs life, fucking your civil rights
Possessed with a demon, that should be vanished by lord Christ
Bigger than black and white born ability, kill and fight
So with the police brutality, retaliation seems right
Especially on Friday night, when they racial profile
Black --you a step child 9-1-1, doped out dope smack
That cop will shoot you in the back of your head, with yo' face on the ground
I should grant you permission to die
Mistaken phone for a gun probably the reason why
We got innocent blood that's spilled on the streets
While the media keep it in the tuck, on discreet
A cop can kill a man and get off for free
Don't talk about justice, nigga look, adjust it

[Hook:]
On the count of the three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!
Said, on the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!
[Post-Chorus:]
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Motherfucker, all times

[Bridge:]
It don't matter what car you drive or how much money you make
You could be sitting on- look
You could have- uh

[Verse 2 - Thurzday]
Yokohama -rodica tires from peshfire
Tazing niggas, choke them with barb wire
Mister big spender, the cash don't expire
His favorite nigga when that bank account transpires
You could be the brother with the two-door, Honda coup
Black and Iris cologne, bumping old school Snoop
Panhandle for loot, sporting old school troupe
Everyday trying to recruit, 40-acres and and a fly suit
Whether the nigga with the off shore accounts and the Range
Or the brother making dollars out of loose change
L.A.P.D. treats your ass the same
Shit, tailing your whip trying to run your plates quick
Pull you over question, are you Blood or are you Crip
Do you smoke, do you sniff
Are you drunk, are you selling narcotics
Anything to get your ass, as a young black male
Don't slip
[Hook:]
On the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!
Said, on the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!

[Post-Chorus:]
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Used to wear pump on my lap at all times, all times
Motherfucker, all times

[Outro:]
On the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!
Said, on the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
FUCK THE POLICE!!!!

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Release Date
August 9, 2011
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