Xzibit - Ram Part Division lyrics

Xzibit

Xzibit [Alvin Nathaniel Joiner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Xzibit - Ram Part Division lyrics]

I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

I love my fucking job
And I don't want to 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 out the top
A thin blue line, we run these streets
You bang on them, but never bang on me
I cell search, stepping 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 and
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 kind of cute
She don't want to go to jail
Well bitch I'll tell you what
Get on your muthafuckin' knees
Suck my partner up

I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

You know a couple of muthafuckas
Was giving us grief
Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef
Ever since them niggas in black
Said "Fuck the police"
I been grinding on the back of my teeth
Loading my piece
Waiting 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 got to 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

Order in the court, Order in the court
That muthafucka shot me, case dismissed
Ha Ha Ha Ha, police i'm the police

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 coming in your
Mirror niggas straighten up
Turn that hat around
I'm here to take you down
Hey partner look at these weapons
And this coke I found
I'm going to let it slide
Show you who you can trust
And if you want to keep selling
Nigga you sell for us
Make you a 1030, I'll get you hands dirty
Murder for hire, professional liar
I plan 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 the next time y'all trip
Fuck bloods and crips
Cause we the biggest gang in LA
Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away

I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

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