N.W.A SA PRIZE lyrics

Artist: N.W.A
Title: Sa Prize (Part 2)
Album: 100 Miles And Runnin'
Year: 1990
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Intro 1
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Lyrics:

Chorus:

f*ck the police! f*ck f*ck f*ck the police!
[f*ck them motherf*ckers!]
f*ck f*ck f*ck the police!
[Get paid back] You're motherf*cking right yo

Verse One: Dr. Dre

f*ck the motherf*cking police!
They don't want peace they want a n*gga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house n*ggas
They gave you a motherf*cking gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another n*gga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherf*ckin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherf*ckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, f*ck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, f*ck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherf*cker to what I gotta say, yo
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INTRO 2
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Chorus:
f*ck the police! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the police
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the police
[Now for the first episode]

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil n*gga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich f*cks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my sh*t, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the sh*t
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f*ck wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black n*gga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more sh*t than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a n*gga that don't give a f*ck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
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INTRO 3
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See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherf*cking cops
Chorus:

f*ck the police! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the police
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the police
[f*ck the police!]

Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherf*ckers

Verse Three: MC Ren

I said f*ck the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young n*gga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a n*gga chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say f*ck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a n*gga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational sh*t was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the f*ckin police, so I'm sayin
Chorus:

f*ck the police! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the police!
f*ck
f*ck the police! f*ck, f*ck the police!