Police lyrics
by Juicy J
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout f*ckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain't sh*t witout cha badge get da f*ck 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. [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Everybody wan kno what happened in Orlando, we had a confirmation but they ain't wan let it go. Tryna push me, ol b*tch 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 f*ckin 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, n*gga 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 n*gga 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 f*ckin hour
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout f*ckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain't sh*t witout cha badge get da f*ck 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. [x2]
[Verse 2:]
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 sh*t they wanna handle tha sh*t. 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 f*ckin 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 ??? n*ggas catch a f*ckin gun from tha belt
[Chorus:]
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout f*ckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you ain't sh*t witout cha badge get da f*ck 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. [x2]