We don’t give a fuck Nigga we don’t give a fuck The police get away with murder That’s why we don’t give a fuck So you better leave your house with a burner I’m psyched out 'cause I’m already striped out But if I get caught without one Then my lights out

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us this hour Tell us now! Slavedriver Poison the 666 conception now!! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again Work police- you false priest!

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

If you've a lesson to teach me, I'm listening, ready to learn There's no one here to police me, I'm sinking in, until you return Don't deviate, don't be afraid Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, And now it's no ones fault but yours At the

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G My ambitions as a ridah To my ambitions as a ridah Let's get ready to rumble Now you know how we do it like a G What really

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

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

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