Mr. Police

Mr. Police, how are you? Just like your clothes, you make me blue I look both ways, I cross the street There was no one around, how did you see me? I'll take the ticket, Mr. Police (uh) Mr. Police, how do you do? You say I sped right past you I obeyed the signs, I thought I was fine Hope I don't go to jail, said I read your mind But this time it's just a fine And I'm like, what the fuck he mean? Got a nigga fucked up Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs I'm on my Boosie shit, on my Boosiе shit (bitch) Fuck the police (bitch), fuck the policе (bitch) Fuck the police (bitch), middle finger police Said, fuck the police (bitch), fuck the police (bitch) Fuck the police (bitch), middle finger police (uh) Mr. Police, how are you? I know my rights, I'm no fool You question me, I don't know shit My lawyer told me to close my lips I guess I'm goin' on a trip (trip, trip, trip) Mr. Police, I know where you live (I know, I know, I know, I know, I know) You got a wife and four kids (I know, I know, I know, I know) Couple mistresses and a guy on the side I'll tell them all, 'cause I'm goddamn tied I'll be goin' on a ride And I'm like, what the fuck he mean? Got a nigga fucked up Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs I'm on my Boosie shit (bitch), on my Boosie shit (bitch) Fuck the police (bitch), fuck the police (bitch) Fuck the police, middle finger police (bitch) Said, fuck the police (bitch), fuck the police (bitch) Fuck the police (bitch), middle finger police (uh) Mr. Police, how are you?