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letra de sa prize (part 2) -- [fuck the police, part 2] - n.w.a.

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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-gg- 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-gg-z
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 -ss back in the ghetto, yo
to kill another n-gg-, 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 wh-ssup 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

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]

episode one:

yeah that sh-t’s h-ttin 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-ckers want to step out of the car?
don’t you know it’s against the law to play music so god d-mn loud? shut
the f-ck up! go to jail? gimme that sh-t you was just smoking

motherf-ckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
and that’s some sh-t you betta not forget

verse two: eazy-e

eazy e’s the name feared by most
when, a lil n-gg- is thrown in the pen
but on the streets there’s two kinds of people
white rich f-cks and the ones who get har-ssed 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 n-body else to f-ck wit
thinkin everything is stolen
but can’t face facts that a young black n-gg-‘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 -ss and start steppin
cause i’m a n-gg- that don’t give a f-ck 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-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!]

episode two:

get out of the f-ckin car!
wait a god d-mn minute what the h-ll did i do?
hey just shut the f-ck up black b-tch
wait a minute, you ain’t gotta be pullin me by my motherf-ckin hair! let
go of my motherf-ckin hair!
hey just step the f-ck back and shut up!
get your motherf-ckin 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-cks, or you’re gonna
be one black dead n-gg-r b-tch

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-gg- is took
off the face of the street by a police
it’s like they gotta a n-gg- 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 embar-ssin 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
har-ssin me with some kind of mind game
actin like a n-gg- 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!
[the final episode]

episode three:

hey juan, look at the piece of -ss man
watch out watch out watch out homes!
oh sh-t man you f-cked 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-ck? get your -ss out of there, i’ve had enough
of your raggedy -ss motherf-king sh-t!
no! no me pagan, por que me pagan, no! por favor, no, no!
por que?

chorus 2x

- n w a

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