Chuuwee - The Vigil Tempus lyrics
[Chuuwee - The Vigil Tempus lyrics]
The view in this recording are expressed
By millions of people every day
And I highly encourage you
To condemn violence
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
Yo, each nate or his job is
To make shit at mad claims
Bust total make sure they all men slaves
They similar to the mob taking all that pay
I remember it clearly, the call last may
Said I had to report to the court that day
Looked at my phone like nigga no way
Dispatch was in route and we
Knowing where you stay
Ice t came on, police at my door
Green and white chuck taylors
On my bathroom door
Do I blast through the window
Or blast through the door
Don’t even be knowing what them
Niggas after you for
Try to hide as much weed as I possibly could
Hit the backdoor quickly as I
Mob through the hood
Hit the backyard running like
A crack head stove
Heard sirens and dogs, there was no way to go
Started thinking if they catch me I
Was dead as a lamb
So I reached into the pants and
I pulled out the jam
Still sprinting like a mad man
Loot on the stash
Ride up at the spotlight nigga move your ass
He wouldn’t listen so I blam
Blam 2 doors fast
Got a whip but that motherfucker due on gas
Ah, frustration, I’m way too heated
Off the way, a 2 seater
This won’t do me neither
Started letting off Chiquita bananas
In my gabana shirt
Man the color look like scarface
Cops won’t learn
Gotta teach them the hard way
Crooked police cold blooded asthe hood go
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
Yo, don’t get mad whatever they roll
Don’t put your hands up, just bust they dorms
Power to the people nigga fuck they homes
Don’t say damn, just say whoa
Yo, don’t get mad whatever they roll
Don’t put your hands up, just bust they dorms
Power to the people nigga fuck they homes
Don’t say damn, just say whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
RIP j Dilla, yeah, yeah
And all you fake ass, bitch ass
That wanna ocupy the people, fuck the police
Your job is to protect and serve motherfucker
Not harassing and slave
Fuck you officer sir!
By millions of people every day
And I highly encourage you
To condemn violence
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
Yo, each nate or his job is
To make shit at mad claims
Bust total make sure they all men slaves
They similar to the mob taking all that pay
I remember it clearly, the call last may
Said I had to report to the court that day
Looked at my phone like nigga no way
Dispatch was in route and we
Knowing where you stay
Ice t came on, police at my door
Green and white chuck taylors
On my bathroom door
Do I blast through the window
Or blast through the door
Don’t even be knowing what them
Niggas after you for
Try to hide as much weed as I possibly could
Hit the backdoor quickly as I
Mob through the hood
Hit the backyard running like
A crack head stove
Heard sirens and dogs, there was no way to go
Started thinking if they catch me I
Was dead as a lamb
So I reached into the pants and
I pulled out the jam
Still sprinting like a mad man
Loot on the stash
Ride up at the spotlight nigga move your ass
He wouldn’t listen so I blam
Blam 2 doors fast
Got a whip but that motherfucker due on gas
Ah, frustration, I’m way too heated
Off the way, a 2 seater
This won’t do me neither
Started letting off Chiquita bananas
In my gabana shirt
Man the color look like scarface
Cops won’t learn
Gotta teach them the hard way
Crooked police cold blooded asthe hood go
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
On the count of three, say fuck the police
1, 2, 3 fuck the police
See em in the streets, fuck up the police
1, 2, 3 fuck up the police
Yo, don’t get mad whatever they roll
Don’t put your hands up, just bust they dorms
Power to the people nigga fuck they homes
Don’t say damn, just say whoa
Yo, don’t get mad whatever they roll
Don’t put your hands up, just bust they dorms
Power to the people nigga fuck they homes
Don’t say damn, just say whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
RIP j Dilla, yeah, yeah
And all you fake ass, bitch ass
That wanna ocupy the people, fuck the police
Your job is to protect and serve motherfucker
Not harassing and slave
Fuck you officer sir!