f*ck the Police lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Let me tell you about this b*tch I know
She the dirtiest b*tch I know
She done f*cked every n*gga I know at least one time
She ride around all day looking for something to snatch
Picky b*tch she prefer browns and blacks
Picture this call a store liquor store around twelve o'clock
A n*gga walked out looking shell-shocked
I guess he knew her too sh*t his soda dropped
Before his can hit the ground he was up the block
But she loves when they play hard to get
She acting like she don't always get di*k
Trust me it's the worst pus*y you could ever hit
And if you do she'll probably wanna f*ck again
Oh so he hit the fence she put the bright low on him
As he persists the sweat started to show on him
She told her homegirls she got a hot stud
If they wanted to meet him they needed to hurry up
sh*t they all came through thick
b*tches in blue dresses no crip

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'm just minding my business
Sitting on rolls like f*ck these b*tches
f*ck these hoes
Some n*gga call them Johnny some n*ggas call them five-o
But I call them b*tches I call them hoes
[Verse 2: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
A n*gga just minding his business
On a highway, trunk full of chickens
She spot you roll pass she turning around
See you with your flag she flagging you down
Frantic the b*tch'll even hold up traffic on your behalf
sh*t it could really get tragic the b*tch love the attention
In and out of jurisdictions
Got her mouth open to stick your di*k in
Got the worst head you could imagine
She call it foreplay I call it sexual harassment
She pull the dude over at the next exit
Took him out the car damn near started sexin'
Hands by his testicles asking him questions like
Mr. McKinzie you ain't learned your lesson?
You've been a bad boy so I'ma really have to f*ck you
Now I'ma get kinky, I'ma even handcuff you

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'm just minding my business
Sitting on rolls like f*ck these b*tches
f*ck these hoes
Some n*gga call them Johnny some n*ggas call them five-o
But I call them b*tches I call them hoes