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dustero - sa prize (tha one yall love to hate 2) كلمات الأغنية

[verse one: dustero]

once again its on m_th_f_ckas
it’s tha dst, ‘tha one yall love to hate’
you said you gonna crash out, but you ain’t throwin hands lil b_tch
yeah i f_cked ya b_tch, is that why ya so p_ssed lil homie?
you got a strap, and i got a strap
s to the m_th_f_ckin ks
put ‘f_ck tha police’ on, with a lil more speed
to me, i don’t give a f_ck if this rhymes or not
ya just gotta make sure ya spitting good rhymes or you gonna do the time
and when it comes to straps, it dont matter if he smaller or bigger
cuz now ya gettin f_cked without vaseline
just need a little of green and some gasoline
the definition is dennis the menace, i put a bullet in his temple

[chorus: ice cube]

f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha policе! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police!
f_ck tha police!

[verse two: dustero]
yeah i may fumblе but i ain’t never losin’
when ya in the city, make sure ya always tuned in
cuz ya never know, a crazy m_th_f_cka may try to run up on ya with a m_th_f_ckin needle
in my city it ain’t no joke when i say, the city full of druggies and crackheads
with a right and left, right left ya toothless
and then ya say godd_mn tha dst ruthless
ya better duck away and run away cuz ima bout to f_ck up the program
the next thing ya know ya see a villian shooting out of a drop_top brougham
put the suckas overseas they be beggin’ to come back
tired of the m_th_f_ckin police, sweatin the homies when we just chillin’
there ain’t no stoppin’ me when i put my fist in
ayy yo i got a lil sumthin to say

[chorus: ice cube]

f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police!
f_ck tha police!

[verse three: dustero]

i bet ya wasn’t expectin’ a sequel, to the m_th_f_ckin jam
ya better watch yourself, cuz at any moment ya could turn into ham
ya m_th_f_ckas callin’ me randy cuz the big r on my shirt
f_ckin malachai g and his brotha named brodie
but i got a riff for yall, used to be my homie now ya act like ya dont know me
may have to give mister (dopeman! dopeman!) a call
a call to get rid of yall suckas
mason p said ‘ya ain’t got the b_lls’ well i heard ya love givin’ up the draws
ya like to run away and f_ckin hideout
at least i ain’t scared of f_ckin a hoe without the love glove
but guess what? i’m a man and ain’t n0body humpin me
ya can tell all day, but ya don’t come close
yeah ya done run 100 miles, but ya still got a lot to go
i couldn’t imagine being 5 foot tall, and to ya im like the eiffel tower
ayy yo i got a lil sumthin to say
[chorus: ice cube]

f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police! (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
f_ck tha police!
f_ck tha police!

[verse four: dustero]

f_ck y’all m_th_f_ckin mark ass slobs
malachai g, brodie and f_ckin mason p
i bet ya be yellin ‘f_ck ya randy!’
well guess what? m_th_f_ck yall
i ain’t f_ckin scared of dissin yall bozos
cuz yall m_th_f_ckas wanna sweep me up under the rug
and ya dont like how im livin’, well f_ck you!
dst, the b_tch k!lla, the sucka k!lla
and now again, who do ya love to hate?
cuz i talk sh_t and spit some facts
cuz i dont cap, ya beggin’ i fall off
at this point might as well cut ya b_lls off
and it ain’t about how wrong ya live or how right ya live but how long ya live
i don’t give a f_ck about dissin’ these fools cuz they all scared of fightin tha dst
and dont give me a m_th_f_ckin speech bout role model
yeah come on punk, run up punk cuz its the g y’all love to hate
ima tell elie to pass on the bottle
what yall m_th_f_ckas need to do is start loccin’ up
and thats from the one yall love to hate

- dustero

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