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letra de protect & serve - ugk

(f-ck the police, f-ck the police, f-ck the police, f-ck the police)

[pimp c:]
mr. copper mr. copper can we speak?
how many n-ggas do you beat down in a week?
and do you get a kick when you beat a n-gga down with that m-th-f-ckin’ stick
so you can suck a n-gga d-ck
rodney king really f-cked me up at first
but at least he didn’t go home in no he-rs-
a lot of n-ggas dead, a lot of n-ggas died
cause (pop pop pop) with yo m-th-f-ckin’ 9
but no me pappy, i’ll cap that badge
a ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea
so don’t even think about tryin’ to play me b-tch
i’ll gat ya down with my f-ckin’ .38 ya b-tch
ya got suga in ya nuts just like them grip n-ggas
ain’t sh-t without that stick and that f-ckin’ trigga
and yo i think it is my duty
to slice some laws thoroughly, cause they k!lled my n-gga rudy and i don’t think that’s right

[chorus:]
the policemen are your friends
(but all my n-ggas say)they’re here to protect and serve
the policemen are your friends
(and all my n-ggas say)they’re here to protect and serve

[bun b:]
i try to keep my face off the street
cause that 99 always wanna swear
it was me at the scene of the crime,i wasn’t there
b-tch, i was at home with blistered feet
soaking my dogs, with my gal smoking a swisher sweet
but before i could put my nikes back on
i pulled to the curb by some blue and white tryin’ to get there jack on
even though i had the right inspection
tricka they still d-ck a n-gga like an erection
lookin for a m-th-f-ckin’ criminal, he ain’t here
p-ssy m-th-f-ckas’, what color you painting fear
but you can color me bad
like them crackas and there choking
but understand the real when its smoking
i’m loccin’ and smokin’, n-ggas is fightin’ fast
now your lil trifling -ss is doomed to feel the boom of my t-tan of cl-ss
so with my 9 i’ll buck up a trick
and a crooked cop just might get shot
just for the f-ck of it

[chorus:]

[bun b:]
f-ck the fast laws, make ya blow on the trigga squeeze
i don’t want to k!ll a cop
i just wanna bust that n-gga in his knees
and watch him squirm and squeal as i buck him there
get down on the floor ho you ain’t goin’ no f-ckin’ where
one in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda
i’m laughin like joker, now turn your punk -ss over, b-tch
but this ain’t for my brotha
its strictly for my n-ggas whose triggas died undercover, no lovas m-th-f-ckas
suck a d-ck, i’mma let you tell it
bird state you be diggin’ all y’all -ss
and y’all know ya wanna smell it
fools, so gon’ take a sniff
and right before ya choke, catch the smoke
from the chrome and the spliff

[pimp c:]
out, n-gga, from the clique that don’t stop
barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks
so call the {coroner} and tell him what i said
i know ya got a vest so i’m aiming at your head
bl–dy, red, i’m going to your funeral i’m spraying hoes with lead
f-ck respect for the m-th-rf-ckin’ dead
cause i don’t give a f-ck about a punk -ss fed
i’m splittin’ n-ggas wigs and leavin’ p-ssies on they head
and i’ll be godd-mned if i don’t hit, {k!lling him}
tell {moody harris} they gon’ want to come and get ’em
so ashes to ashes and bless his soul
now bend his -ss over so i can f-ck him with his stick in his -ssh0l-

[chorus:]

- ugk

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