n*ggers vs. the Police lyrics

Cops put a hurtin' on yo' ass, man, you know? They really degrade you
White folks don't believe that sh*t, don't believe cops degrade
"Ah, come on, those beatings, those people were resisting arrest!
I'm tired of this harassment of police officers!"
'Cause the police live in your neighborhood, see
And you be knowin' 'em as Officer Timpson
"Hello, Officer Timpson, going bowling tonight?
Yes, nice Pinto you have, hahaha"
n*ggas don't know 'em like that
See, white folks get a ticket, they pull over
"Hey, officer, yes, glad to be of help"
n*gga got to be talkin' 'bout
"I am reaching into my pocket for my license
'Cause I don't wanna be no muthaf*ckin' accident!"
Police degrade—I don't know, you know
It's often you wonder why a n*gga don't go completely mad
No, you do—you get your sh*t together and you work all week, right
Then you get dressed, say a cat make 125 dollars, he get 80 dollars, if he lucky
Right, and he go out, get clean, and be drivin' wit' his old lady, going out to a club, and police pull over
"Get out of the car! There was a robbery, a n*gga looked just like you!
Alright, put your hands up, take your pants down, spread your cheeks!"
Now what n*gga feel like having fun after that? Haha
"Nah, let's just go home, baby"
You go home, beat your kids and sh*t
You gon' take that sh*t out on somebody