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Sa Prize (part 2) - lyrics

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Title: Sa Prize (part 2) -

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Lyrics to Sa Prize (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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