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letra de fuck the police (free lil’ boosie) - trouble

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[verse 1: trouble]
ain’t from the top, but it’s a must i scream f-ck [?]
5 o, 12, whatever you call the p-ssys who take us to jail
raise h-ll about us making drug sales
be the same motherf-ckers who kick a door and steal your mail
tell me, ain’t that robbing too?
but if i do it, it’s a problem, probably just ’cause it ain’t you
yeah, you
with that adge, [?] b-tch ass
i hate them with a passion
[?] can’t see [?]
[?] if they got a hat on
with some dreads
you fit the description, that’s what all these monkey ass said
the black [?] white [?] it’s only right
that i say [?] f-ck them all
motherf-ck the law
identification, yeah, i got one
but it ain’t in my pocket, p-ssy, it’s a 40
want me to c-ck it?
i never forget when they shot big [?] in the back
shots fired, [?] down, got 4 years for that

[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f-ck ’em, narcotics, f-ck ’em
feds, f-ck ’em, das, f-ck ’em
we don’t need you b-tches on our street say with me
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
[verse 2: veli sosa]
f-ck the police, coming straight from the a-town
’cause wehre i’m from, we give they b-tch ass a hundred rounds
[?] b-tch i’m still trapping in it
you see the petty way them n-ggas throw [?]
who the f-ck wanna be a pig anyway?
[?]nuts, and sh-t, that’s straight g-y
pulling n-ggas over, ’cause he in the new whip
you really hating, ’cause you riding in some bullsh-t
p-ssy ass d.a., talking ’bout a cop out
how [?] kids [?] watch you cop out
and to the feds, you can suck my d-ck two times
[?] b-tch [?]

[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f-ck ’em, narcotics, f-ck ’em
feds, f-ck ’em, das, f-ck ’em
we don’t need you b-tches on our street say with me
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)

[verse 3: lil’ charles da undadog]
f-ck the d.a., the jurry and even the judge
they ain’t never showed lil charls no love
they gave my cousin [?] life
[?]
my dad [?] deserved it
[?] on the block, we used to hustle in it
and i ain’t talking ’bout the sun, i mean the f-cking police
pistol on me, bomb in the bushes
i kept [?] p-ssy [?] these n-ggas [?]
and to the feds, you can suck a d-ck and die
’cause i’ll never be a snitch, or a b-tch or testify
that glock and that vest, and [?] bag
toe for toe, i’ll get your motherf-cking ass
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f-ck ’em, narcotics, f-ck ’em
feds, f-ck ’em, das, f-ck ’em
we don’t need you b-tches on our street say with me
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gga
f-ck the police (f-ck ’em) f-ck the police (f-ck ’em)

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