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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corey Smith
Producer
Letra
Blue lights flashin', they got a traffic stop
Highway 11's done turned into a permanent roadblock
I wasn't drivin' but why was my D.D.?
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 wanna go home"
And I was mad as hell, thinkin', "Fuck the po-po"
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah, and I'm not gonna let this go
And I'm singin', "Fuck the po-po"
Fuck the po-po
So I got arrested just for speakin' up
And that cop said, "Boy, the only
Right you have is to shut the fuck up"
Now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen
And I got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
Yeah, my name was in the newspaper in my hometown
They ruined my reputation 'cause I didn't bow down, hell no
And I'm mad as hell, singin', "Fuck the po-po"
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah, and I'm not gonna let this go
And I'm sayin', "Fuck the po-po", y'all
Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D
The long arm of the law comin' down on me
Now I understand why all those rappers are mad
They must've been treated as badly as I have
Now I'm screamin', "Thug life, fuck the po-po"
Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by
They put roadblocks in front of my house, man
Startin' to feel like I live under the Taliban
Can't drive home without a gun in my face
Thursday through Sunday, they're invadin' my space
Tellin' me it's for my safe, they're keepin' the streets safe
By gettin' 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
Givin' free breathalyzers before we get in our cars
Instead they just hide about three miles away
Sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
Drink a little too much, 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 overzealous J.P.D
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect
There's a lot of good cops who serve and protect
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's for you, and I'll never bow down, naw
'Cause I'm mad as hell, singin', "Fuck the po-po"
Woah, and I'm not gonna let this go
And I'm sayin', "Fuck the po-po", y'all
Fuck the po-po, y'all
Fuck the po-po
Thank you very much
Written by: Corey Smith