Text: Corey Smith. Fuck The Po-Po.
Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped
And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block
I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.
And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone
She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home
Woah-woah
And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po
and they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go, so I'm singing fuck the po-po
So I got arrested, just for speaking up
And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up
Now I'm a jail-bird, I've done time in the pen
And I've got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
And my name was in the newspaper in my home town
They ruined my reputation because I didn't bow down
No-no
And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po
Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D.
The long-arm of the law coming down on me
Now I understand why all these rappers are mad
They must have been treated as badly as I have
Now I'm screaming thug life, fuck the po-po
Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by
They're puttin road blocks in front of my house
Man I'm starting to feel like I live under the Taliban
Can't drive home without a gun in my face
Thursday through Sunday, they're invading my space
Tellin' me its for my sake, they're keepin' the streets safe
By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway
But I say man, that's a big fuckin' lie
It's all about the money from the D.U.I.'s
Otherwise they'd be parked out in front of this bar
Giving free breathalysers before we get in our cars
Instead they just hide about 3 miles away
And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
Drink a little to much and you'll be cuffed and stuffed
And probably roughed up if you complain enough
You'll be carted off to jail, in the land of the free
Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect
There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect
And they boldly put their lives on the line
To protect our rights and give us peace of mind
But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown
This song is for you, and I'll never bow down ...
And I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
woah-woah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po y'all
Oh no, fuck the po-po
And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block
I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.
And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone
She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home
Woah-woah
And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po
and they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go, so I'm singing fuck the po-po
So I got arrested, just for speaking up
And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up
Now I'm a jail-bird, I've done time in the pen
And I've got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
And my name was in the newspaper in my home town
They ruined my reputation because I didn't bow down
No-no
And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po
Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D.
The long-arm of the law coming down on me
Now I understand why all these rappers are mad
They must have been treated as badly as I have
Now I'm screaming thug life, fuck the po-po
Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by
They're puttin road blocks in front of my house
Man I'm starting to feel like I live under the Taliban
Can't drive home without a gun in my face
Thursday through Sunday, they're invading my space
Tellin' me its for my sake, they're keepin' the streets safe
By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway
But I say man, that's a big fuckin' lie
It's all about the money from the D.U.I.'s
Otherwise they'd be parked out in front of this bar
Giving free breathalysers before we get in our cars
Instead they just hide about 3 miles away
And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
Drink a little to much and you'll be cuffed and stuffed
And probably roughed up if you complain enough
You'll be carted off to jail, in the land of the free
Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect
There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect
And they boldly put their lives on the line
To protect our rights and give us peace of mind
But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown
This song is for you, and I'll never bow down ...
And I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
woah-woah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po y'all
Oh no, fuck the po-po
Smith, Corey