Intro

*police radio*

Hook

*scratched* I´m the police

Verse 1

I love my f**kin´ job
And I don´t wanna stop
Ever since I was a child I wanted to be a cop
You know protect and serve
A couple traffic stops
I make a bust
And take a lil´ something off the top
A thin blue line
We run these streets
You bang on them
But you never bang on me
I cell search
Steppin´ on pillows and sheets
I´m the police
Treat a ni*ga just like fresh meat
I got a short wick
On some New York sh*t
Take you to the precinct
I f**k you with a broomstick
I patrol your hood
Put you on my hood
Leave you in the wrong hood
Got it understood?
PC 647b
That´s a prostitute
Plus she kinda cute
She don´t wanna go to jail
B*tch I tell you what
Get on your motherf**kin´ knees
Suck my partner up

Hook

*scratched* I´m the police

Verse 2

You know a couple of motherf**kers was givin´ us grief
Pulled a couple of strings
Dodge the media beef
Ever since them ni*gas in black
Said "F**k The Police"
I been grindin´ on the back of my teeth
Loadin´ my piece
Waitin´ for some
Get Back
Like it or not
We investigated the shots
That killed Biggie and Pac
Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out?
´Cause we the ones that´s gotta figure it out!
I shout freeze at the top of my lungs
I´m the cream of the crop
You don´t stop you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a sh*t on you

Insert

Order in the court, order in the court
(Ey, that motherf**ker shot me!)
Case dismissed, haha

Hook

*scratched* I´m the police

Insert

*police radio*

Verse 3

You see this f**kin´ badge
You see these f**kin´ lights
I´m in your neighborhood
Rolling on you every night
You faggots run and duck
Look at you scared as f**k
You see me comin´ in your mirror ni*gas straighten up
Turn that hat around
I´m here to take you down
Hey partner, look at all these weapons and this coke I found
I´ma let you slide
Show you who you can trust
And if you wanna keep selling, ni*ga, you sell for us
Make you a 1030
I´ll get your hands dirty
Murder for hire
Professional liar
I pray to make police chief
And then retire
I remember when you set your own ´hood on fire
I reinforce the freeways
To bring the tanks
So next time y´all trip
F**k bloods and crips
´Cause we´re the biggest gang in L.A.
Ram Part
F**k with us
Get blown away