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It all started late on a Saturday night Said who?s got the spliffs and who?s got the pint Look out the window said to my surprise Here comes the man in
Hey you Who me, Officer Krupke? Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging You down the station, ya punk? Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta
Late in the night he woke to a phone call. They'd found a device and it was unstable. They'd thrown a cordon and evacuated. The cool courage of bomb squad
I was an optimist once I scoured the streets to find tree lined parking spots Until and officer stopped We argued a bit and then I finally understood
Why do you have to force yourself with power and control Why do you have to live your life playing up a role Intimidating people with your wall of sight
Hey... Hey... Yeah Hey... Yeahh Hey, Hey, Hey (Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa (Yeah, Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah)...
You Think You Kno Me (Officer Ricky ) Nigga You Dont Kno Me (Officer Ricky) (50 ayo C-O) (Verse 1) I put a razor through your face Put a nine on my waist
ACTION Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, You gotta understand, It's just our bringin' up-ke That gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, Our
Yo, fat lip man Yo, man they tryin? to run a 5-0 move on us man Yo, man You got to tell the suckers what?s up boy Yeah I got a letter from the DMV the
Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank In
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke You gotta understand It's just our bringin' upke That gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies Our fathers all are
Salt-n-pepa, left eye, etc. (appears on the songs of west side story) Excuse me mr. officer You think we're bad, huh? You wanna clean up the streets
Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey Verse 1 Mi ah drive in from grange hill with a pound of di marijuana Police pull me over, Step to mi car Officer wah
Ma'am I'm sorry to bother you today But I'm looking for a boy named Ray You know I got a warrent for his arrest And they told me this is where he stayz
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus or the Ruger! I'll pop some through ya! - Dirty is what
Mirando sin querer sin mas culpa que estar ellos cruzando la orilla no llegaban los tres a 26 y en el bar viendo a su pais morir donde vamos a parar no