Letras:
Fucked Up Police

jail i don't have no bail on the streets the police in my house the police gotta run the police they gotta gun the police a shitty band the police i ain't no fan the police

at these women, ain't a sweet talker A young country boy, came up out the creekwater What a grizzly boy, lookin like a beast on it Now I don't like the law, so fuck the police

come clean like a shape up, So I guess I give the game a tape up, But everybody gunna feel the need to say sum, But can't speak up whenever you face em

and pearl...IN WAR Can't drink weh a serve...IN BAR Gas wi fuck up yuh nerves...IN WAR Shot wi blood up yuh shirt...IN WAR Can't go lift up no skirt...

Fabolous] I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you That

the grill. [Chorus] [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up

lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used

grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore Fuck the police

Spending money like I'm Oprah's son That's why the bitches feel me And they baby daddy's wanna kill me Run up on the Range Fucking with Game He gon bang