Letras:Buck 65. Situation. Spread 'Em.

I tell you there's some
Someone at the door

Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt
Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints
We're not looking just for hints, now it's the judge you must convince

The unjust and untrue, there's nowhere to run to
You're dead stranded, surrender, we caught you red handed
Put your clothes back on, slowly, drop the junk
No funny stuff, caught the punk, hurry up and pop the trunk

Scumbags, cum rags, hard drugs and loaded weapons
Harry, Dick and Tom, a ticking bomb that could explode in seconds
Tweed geeks, speed freaks, push the limits, up the bids
Rebel's without causes, the dishonest corruptive kids

Pleasure seekers with leather sneakers, loud music and underwear
Inside out, they have a hideout and I wonder wear
Fooled by the gear and the camera, veneer and the glamor
Now you're lookin' at a year in the slammer

Spread 'em
Up against the wall, loverboy
Spread 'em
Wider, wider now

Spread 'em
Up against the wall, sweet cheeks
Spread 'em
No funny stuff

Alright, reach for the sky and no surprises
Tough guys, hand over your supplies and disguises
Cash from the porn stash, erratic behavior, spastic motion
Fake mustaches, hair products and magic potions

Strip search, stand tough, here comes the handcuffs
Suspicion, you're in no position to demand stuff
It's your own fault, you get one phone call on the journey
To the big house, stake mouth, you got a right to an attorney

Guns are the best tool, billy club is less cruel
Criminals that dress cool, turn the city into a cesspool
Killer with a chainsaw, sang fois, wonder girl
Bare naked, drug addict, drawn into the underworld

It's a cryin' shame, pointing fingers, bad guys, denying blame
Playing a violent game, live fast, die in vain
It's your town, under siege, out of focus in the foreground
Dragnet, search warrant, breaking the door down

Spread 'em
Up against the wall, toots
Spread 'em
Wider

That's right, spread 'em