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Sa Prize (part 2) -- [f**k The Police, Part 2] lyrics

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Title: Sa Prize (part 2) -- [f**k The Police, Part 2]

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Lyrics to Sa Prize (part 2) -- [f**k The Police, Part 2] :
Chorus:

f**k the police! f**k, f**k, f**k the police!

[f**k them motherf**kers!]

f**k, f**k, f**k the police!

[Get paid back] You're motherf**king right, yo

Verse One: Dr. Dre

f**k the motherf**king police!

They don't want peace, they want a nigga 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 niggaz

They gave you a motherf**king 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 nigga, 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**kin K

The last words you hear, then the smoke appears

Tears, from your motherf**kin family

They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, f**k em!

Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped

and fight for what's wrong, f**k what's right!

And by the way, my name is Dre

So listen up motherf**ker to what I gotta say, yo

Chorus:

f**k the police! f**k, f**k, f**k the police

f**k

f**k, f**k, f**k the police

[Now for the first episode]

Episode One:

Yeah that s**t's hittin man, where the volume at?

Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time

Put the joint out! Put the joint out!

Hey you motherf**kers want to step out of the car?

Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut

the f**k up! Go to jail? Gimme that s**t you was just smoking

Motherf**kers from high crime areas view the police as a threat

And that's some s**t you betta not forget

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Eazy E's the name feared by most

When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen

But on the streets there's two kinds of people

White rich f**ks and the ones who get harassed like me

Pull over to the side, routine for me

Tearin up my s**t, like they lookin for a key of cocaine

But they never find the s**t

Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f**k wit

Thinkin everything is stolen

But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin

Making more money than they ever make

Taking more s**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 nigga that don't give a f**k about nothin

So let me explain a lil somethin, yo

See, I got this problem, a big problem...

Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherf**king cops

Chorus:

f**k the police! f**k, f**k, f**k the police

f**k

f**k, f**k, f**k the police

[f**k the police!]

Episode Two:

Get out of the f**kin car!

Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?

Hey just shut the f**k up black b***h

Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherf**kin hair! Let

go of my motherf**kin hair!

Hey just step the f**k back and shut up!

Get your motherf**kin hands off of me!

Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and

you're gonna suck me and my partner's d**ks, or you're gonna

be one black dead nigger b***h

Police brutality is common in my neighborhood

That's why I hate them motherf**kers

Verse Three: MC Ren

I said f**k 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 nigga is took

Off the face of the street by a police

It's like they gotta a nigga 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**k 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 nigga just was born with a gang-name

You call that right but when you're black there's no right

Some recreational s**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**kin police, so I'm sayin

Chorus:

f**k the police! f**k, f**k, f**k the police!

f**k

f**k the police! f**k, f**k the police!

[The final episode]

Episode Three:

Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man

Watch out watch out watch out homes!

Oh s**t man you f**ked up, you hit a police car

I didn't see that piece of caca!

Better act like you don't speak ingles homes

...

What the f**k? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough

of your raggedy ass motherfuking s**t!

No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no!

Por que?

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