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trouble - fuck the police (free lil’ boosie) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: trouble]
ain’t from the top, but it’s a must i scream f_ck [?]
5 o, 12, whatever you call the p_ssys who take us to jail
raise h_ll about us making drug sales
be the same motherf_ckers who kick a door and steal your mail
tell me, ain’t that robbing too?
but if i do it, it’s a problem, probably just ’cause it ain’t you
yeah, you
with that adge, [?] b_tch ass
i hate them with a passion
[?] can’t see [?]
[?] if they got a hat on
with some dreads
you fit the description, that’s what all these monkey ass said
the black [?] white [?] it’s only right
that i say [?] f_ck them all
motherf_ck the law
identification, yeah, i got one
but it ain’t in my pocket, p_ssy, it’s a 40
want me to c_ck it?
i never forget when they shot big [?] in the back
shots fired, [?] down, got 4 years for that

[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f_ck ’em, narcotics, f_ck ’em
feds, f_ck ’em, das, f_ck ’em
we don’t need you b_tches on our street say with me
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b_tch and a half n_gga
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b_tch and a half n_gga
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)
[verse 2: veli sosa]
f_ck the police, coming straight from the a_town
’cause wehre i’m from, we give they b_tch ass a hundred rounds
[?] b_tch i’m still trapping in it
you see the petty way them n_ggas throw [?]
who the f_ck wanna be a pig anyway?
[?]nuts, and sh_t, that’s straight g_y
pulling n_ggas over, ’cause he in the new whip
you really hating, ’cause you riding in some bullsh_t
p_ssy ass d.a., talking ’bout a cop out
how [?] kids [?] watch you cop out
and to the feds, you can suck my d_ck two times
[?] b_tch [?]

[verse 3: lil’ charles da undadog]
f_ck the d.a., the jurry and even the judge
they ain’t never showed lil charls no love
they gave my cousin [?] life
[?]
my dad [?] deserved it
[?] on the block, we used to hustle in it
and i ain’t talking ’bout the sun, i mean the f_cking police
pistol on me, bomb in the bushes
i kept [?] p_ssy [?] these n_ggas [?]
and to the feds, you can suck a d_ck and die
’cause i’ll never be a snitch, or a b_tch or testify
that glock and that vest, and [?] bag
toe for toe, i’ll get your motherf_cking ass
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f_ck ’em, narcotics, f_ck ’em
feds, f_ck ’em, das, f_ck ’em
we don’t need you b_tches on our street say with me
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b_tch and a half n_gga
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b_tch and a half n_gga
f_ck the police (f_ck ’em) f_ck the police (f_ck ’em)

- trouble

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