The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go Doing, doing, doing The way you shake it, I can't believe it Doing doing doing Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing I ain't never seen an - ass like that I ain't never seen an ass like that I don't

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

Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Blunt smoke,

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

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

I can't even sleep I got so much to say Fuck the feds, fuck the police, fuck the DEA Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick a day Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day Mike WiLL Made It

Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt) Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow) Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo) So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh,

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

I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool Pull up on the block like why Fuck the police, niggas better call the SWAT I ain't never played with the pot I was in your house trying to find a spot

Oh les temps changent A toi qui naguère professais la dissidence et le maquis, Tes cris de guerre qu'en as-tu fait, l'hymne et la carte du parti? Et ces manières si policées toutes ces danses de salon, Ces airs qu'avant tu vomissais c'est comme un gant