Ram Part Division lyrics

by

DJ Quik


[Intro: Distorted walkie-talkie messages]

[Hook]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I- I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 1]
I love my f*ckin' job, and I don't want to stop
Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop
You know, protect and serve, a couple traffic stops
I make a bust, and take a lil' something off the top
A thin blue line, we run these streets
You bang on them, but you never bang on me
I cell search, steppin' on pillows and sheets
I'm the police, treat a n*gga just like fresh meat
I got a short wick, on some New York sh*t
Take you to the precinct and f*ck you with a broomstick
I patrol your hood, put you on my hood
Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood?
PC, 6-4-7-b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute
She don't want to go to jail, b*tch, I tell you what
Get on your muthaf*ckin' knees, suck my partner up
Hahaha!

[Hook]
I'm, I-I'm, I'm the police
I-I, I'm-I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police
[Verse 2]
You know a couple of motherf*ckers was givin' us grief
Pull a couple of strings, dodge the media beef
Ever since them n*ggas in black said "f*ck the police"
I been grindin' on the back of my teeth, loadin' my piece
Waitin' for some, get back, like it or not
We investigated the shots that killed Biggie and Pac
Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out?
'Cause we the ones that's got to figure it out!
Hahahaha...
I shout "Freeze!" at the top of my lungs
I'm the cream of the crop
You don't stop, you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a sh*t on you

[Interlude]
Order in the court, order in the court
Ayy, that motherf*cker shot me!
Case dismissed!
Hahahahahahaha!!

[Hook]
Police
I-I-I'm, I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police
[Interlude: Distorted walkie-talkie messages]

[Verse 3]
You see this f*ckin' badge, you see these f*ckin' lights
I'm in your neighbourhood rollin' on you every night
You faggots run and duck, look at you, scared as f*ck
You see me comin' in your mirror, n*gga, straighten up
Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down
Hey partner, look at all these weapons and this coke I found!
I'm gon' let you slide, show you who you can trust
And if you wanna keep sellin', n*gga, you sell for us
Make you a 1030, I'll get your hands dirty
Murder for hire, professional liar
I pray to make police chief and then retire
I remember when you set your own hood on fire
I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks
So next time y'all trip, f*ck bloods and crips
'Cause we the biggest gang in L.A
Ramp Part, f*ck with us, get blown away

[Hook]
I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police
I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm I-I-I, I'm the police
I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police
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