"Officers of the Law (Punk Azz Police)"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Now I know that all my headz gon feel me on this one. It doesn't matter if you ridin dirty or clean if you got a low cut or not, the police are going to hit a nerve with them lame so-called routine checks. This for the cops that think they're not human anymore once they get a badge and a lil' azz tight uniform.
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	Story Behind the Song Everyday off the hook someone is getting pulled over for nothing or some so-called Officer of the Law is harassing another innocent victim of the "You Look Like a Thug" standard. So it didn't take a lot of thinking about the lyrics because they come from experience. Lyrics INTRO - "Here we go again, same ole shit, punks fucking wit nigga for nothing" "Officers of the gadamn law! Yeah Mr. policeman. Officers of the law supposed to serve and protect, you bitches ain't doing shit!" 1st VERSE - Officers of the Law they always fuck wit me/punks in tight ass uniforms that's all I see/when I'm Rolling, I got the king in my cup/Mack joint in my mouth so I stay fucked up/my nigga's to my side passing bud in my ride/we see them punk police but ain't no time to hide/so I pass them damn fools going about forty-five/now that's legal, but I still hear the horn/blue lights on, here come them punks in uniform/I ask everybody "main yall through hitting dat bud"/then I killed the king that I had in my cup/I pulled over but I didn't get out/cause I was still chewing on some damn bud in my mouth/punks hollered at a nigga then they pointed a gun/they said "get out slow!", punks hoping that I run/but I already know how them punk police are/they call it "routine check" so they can search a nigga car/but the real thing is it's an illegal hit/you can lock your doors and get out if your ride's legit/but I'ma let 'em search the car, fools I ain't got shit/punks asked a nigga "main you got any drugs"/I said "hell nah main" the whole time I was fucked up/punks smelling my clothes another smelling my cup/I was saying to myself "you damn hoes, you shit out of luck"/they fuck my car up searching for that and for this/for you people who can't stand the hit let me hear you say HOOK "I'm legit, Punk Police can't find shit! I'm legit" - repeat - CHORUS "He's legit, because the police, they can't find shit; they can't find shit" - chorus again - 2nd VERSE - law enforcers, good people yeah they that and they this/but to a nigga like me punk police ain't stopping shit/I hope you don't think that by putting me in jail/you gon stop the sale well you stupid as hell/you think because I'm behind bars well I've been taught/thank again mothafuckas I was banked when i got caught/and I'm still banked because my dope is being bought/yeah I said dope nigga I aint no good/when I was released from the joint I was scooped in a wood/i fucked a bitch on the back-seat all the way to the neighborhood/yeah I was in jail punks that's all in the past/before I fire up this joint I want to say to you police "kiss my black ass"/cause yall the mothafuckas putting dope back on the streets/you take 'em from tha dope dealers "punk ass police"/why just the other day I was chillin in tha crib/in tha privacy of my own shit but I'm still getting fucked with/think I keep dope in a crib I bought/you damn punk police you mo stupid then I thought/busting in hollin' "raid!", yall got put in that click/this aint no trick, bitches I'm legit! HOOK "Officers of the Gadamn law!" "I'm legit, Punk Police can't find shit! I'm legit" - repeat - - repeat - "Officers of the gadamn law!" You supposed to serve and protect CHORUS He's legit because the police, they can't find shit they can't find shit" CONCLUSION - Where yall fools at when I need ya? Where yall fools at when we be callin and yall take about an hour to come around the corner? But let a fool be ridin though, ridin nasty; then yall want to pull us over and ask us stupid ass questions and shit. "Do you know why I pulled you over" "Hell Naw! Do you? Well tell me then! Main my mothafuckin tags aint out! My gadamn tail light aint busted; my headlights working; my signals working; I got my license; I got a job; what the fuck you fucking wit me for? We got killas and murderers out here and you fucking with a legit ass nigga, Bitch!" - chorus - - repeat chorus -

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