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Old 05-28-05, 12:33 PM   #1
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Talking fuck the po-po, the 5-0 ,they jus dont know

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so im walkin down the street with my boys at my side/
and some crazy cats with gats pull up in a ride/
they said hand ova ya jewels, ya watch, and ya money/
i started laffin, he said aint nothin funny/
i replied, wide eyed, i said please dont shoot/
he said shutup before i stomp you wit my boot/
once again i snickered, my boys laffed too/
i said listen my man, id put down the gun if i was you/
he said fuck you man, you aint packin, i know/
i said ya thats true, but what a bout the five- o/
he said fuck the po po, i shoot em for fun/
jus then he heard a shout, put down that gun/
he turned around in shock/
i said i warned ya bout the cops/
now spread ya legs and put ya hand in the air/
dont drop the soap, and remember life aint fair/
he said youll get yours when i get out the cell/
i said maybe you will, and maybe theirs ice in hell/
he said ya you jokin now, but when i get out ya done/
i said what ya gonna do, they took away ya gun/
as they put him in the cruiser he continued to shout/
the officer said dont worry son he aint gettin out/
i know officer thats why im not concerned/
[whisper] plus the money he was stealin wasnt really earned/
what you say? i said hes done wit crime, lesson learned/
he said call us if you need us son, the numbas 911/
i said ya whateva pig, heres a donut yum yum/
what you say? i said of course officer, ill dial 911/
prank call of course, ill do it for some fun/
what you say? is said i think i see a crime across the street/
theirs two pigs in the donut shop, wit nothin to eat/
he said son thats it, im haulin you downtown/
i said please dont sir, i didnt mean to clown/
ill jus walk away wit my boys nd stay outa trouble/
c'mon man, lets go turn some old mans house to rubble/
hey kid, i heard that, thats ya 2nd offense/
i said i apologize officer, thats not what i meant/
ok boy, then be on ya way/
i flippped him off and said goodbye, have nice day/
thats strike three, son ya comin wit me/
i started sprayin my gat, and said come git me/
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