Xzibit – Ram Part Division Lyric

aus dem Album Full Circle

Intro

*police radio*

Hook

*scratched* I'm the police

Verse 1

I love my fuckin' job
And I don't wanna stop
Ever since I was a child I wanted to be a cop
You know protect and serve
A couple traffic stops
I make a bust
And take a lil' something off the top
A thin blue line
We run these streets
You bang on them
But you never bang on me
I cell search
Steppin' on pillows and sheets
I'm the police
Treat a nigga just like fresh meat
I got a short wick
On some New York shit
Take you to the precinct
I fuck you with a broomstick
I patrol your hood
Put you on my hood
Leave you in the wrong hood
Got it understood?
PC 647b
That's a prostitute
Plus she kinda cute
She don't wanna go to jail
Bitch I tell you what
Get on your motherfuckin' knees
Suck my partner up

Hook

*scratched* I'm the police

Verse 2

You know a couple of motherfuckers was givin' us grief
Pulled a couple of strings
Dodge the media beef
Ever since them niggas in black
Said "Fuck The Police"
I been grindin' on the back of my teeth
Loadin' my piece
Waitin' for some
Get Back
Like it or not
We investigated the shots
That killed Biggie and Pac
Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out?
'Cause we the ones that's gotta figure it out!
I shout freeze at the top of my lungs
I'm the cream of the crop
You don't stop you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you

Insert

Order in the court, order in the court
(Ey, that motherfucker shot me!)
Case dismissed, haha

Hook

*scratched* I'm the police

Insert

*police radio*

Verse 3

You see this fuckin' badge
You see these fuckin' lights
I'm in your neighborhood
Rolling on you every night
You faggots run and duck
Look at you scared as fuck
You see me comin' in your mirror niggas straighten up
Turn that hat around
I'm here to take you down
Hey partner, look at all these weapons and this coke I found
I'ma let you slide
Show you who you can trust
And if you wanna keep selling, nigga, you sell for us
Make you a 1030
I'll get your hands dirty
Murder for hire
Professional liar
I pray to make police chief
And then retire
I remember when you set your own 'hood on fire
I reinforce the freeways
To bring the tanks
So next time y'all trip
Fuck bloods and crips
'Cause we're the biggest gang in L.A.
Ram Part
Fuck with us
Get blown away

THANKS TO QUALITY MC FOR THE LYRICS.