Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

Uh, I was posted on the block with a big ass joint Police everywhere so we stay on point Money get in my hand, pockets stay on swollen If you ever ask a question nigga we don't know Don't be talkin' to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama And don't even be

Black police showin' out for the white cop White police showin' out for the black cop Break em off some Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop What you doing boy, turning that blood clart Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot Robots,

History's so strong This the distant dawn I put my cards up on the table I do this speak cause I am able One pixie's broken down devotion I threw my pistol in the ocean Eyes wide with revelation Shine at the police station And when the verdict comes round

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

Police stopped my brother again E ah e ah e ah All my pieces set me free Human devices set me free Police stopped my brother, again E ah na na na

Fuck the police Fuck the Police "I want justice!" "Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department Prosecuting attorneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube And Eazy motherfuckin' E" "Order, order,

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

Nique la police nationale, nique le mondéo noir A 130 dans la ville donc la voiture vole, quand je prends les dos-d’ânes Il n’y a rien de marrant, si tu cries pas t’es pas rémunéré J’reviens plus chaud qu’avant, mais boumara me dit qu’c’est mort pour eux