Dr. Dre, Prince Ital Joe, RBX - Mr. Officer lyrics

Aiyo Dre yo, what's up?
Yo man, if that Rodney King shit
Would’ve jumped off with me man
That shit would've been a
Total different episode

Well, I might not be able to
Let you off so easy
There Jimbo see, you were doing 65 in a 35
And you ran a red light
That's reckless driving as far
As I’m concerned! Who else you got in there
With you Jimbo, huh? What the hell
Is going on in here? Alright
Everybody out of the vehicle right now!

(Don't do it! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! God
Don't shoot! Please don't shoot)

You're a cop i know you man
I know what you're thinking you’re


Thinking, "We got us another crazy
Nigga here with a gun
" well let me tell you
Something: Human life means very
Little to me at this point in time you
See, I thrive on misery in the jungle
Misery’s all you
Got, but, things are different back
Here in the world, or
So they seem nobody wants to
Talk about pain and suffering
Everybody wants everything to be
Nice and civil well
Okay then let's be nice let’s be civil
And let's drop those guns before
I pull this trigger and change the
Way you feel about me!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha fool
Don't you know before you
Bring home the bacon
You gotta kill the motherfucking pig first

Mr officer, Mr officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir

Babylon ass is dead
Mi seh yuh Babylon ass is dead
Dem ass is dead, dem ass is dead, dead, dead
Babylon ass is dead
Mi seh yuh Babylon ass is dead
Dem ass is dead, dem ass is dead, dead, dead
Dem beat up Rodney King
Dem nuh have no mercy
Wicked officer, dem nuh love humanity
Di Crips on di block, dem ah come to get us
Buried under
Babylon ass is dead, yah my people get bread
LA riot fi ga spread
Soon dem ah come, California get scared
Dem ass is dead, dead, dead, dead

"Yes, we have there have been riots, ah, uh
Rioting well, I don't wanna say rioting, but
There’s been looting downtown but
Right now, Bree, what I want to show you is
They have started fires down at
The end of the street"
How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em!

Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-kill-a-cop perspective
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
So fuck Daryl Gates and
The whole police staff
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central
Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga
It's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off something lovely
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' it down
Gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton so I
Gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And the police better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I gives a fuck
About a motherfucking cop

"Yes, on the videotape we seem
To have the, ah
People in the crowd throwing
Things at the officers"
"And swinging at them as well, as
A result a young woman there
You see took a swing at at an
Officer with some object in her hand"

How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em!

Mr officer, Mr officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop, pop, pop, another cop just dropped
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while
He munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he call for back up
I guess I gots to pack up
Filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin'
Cops are all around helicopters flyin'
These motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go

"This is now covering a very
Very wide area of Los Angeles where these
Fires have been, uh, ignited i mean
From here to the, uh
To the south end of South
Central is a long way"

Mr officer, Mr officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir

Gunshot, Dem ah go bust
Dem ah go bust, bust, bust
Jamaican posse, yuh gon bust gunshot
Death Row posse, yuh gon bust gunshot
Wi nuh like police wi nuh like police
Nuh like police wi nuh like police
Jamaican posse, wi nuh like police, and
Death Row posse, they nuh like police
Come follow mi nuh like police
Wi nuh like police
Don't like police, and police don't like mi