N.W.A, The D.O.C. - Sa Prize (Fuck Tha Police - Part 2) lyrics

Phone rings sgt kickass: Police Department
Sgt kickass speaking
The DOC: yeah, uh, Kickass, hey it's me again
Sgt kickass: Hold on hold
On a fuckin' minute! Door opens, then closes
Sgt kickass: What the fuck is your
Problem? I told you not
To call me here! This better
Be some good shit
The DOC: yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one
It's going down tonight b-B-B-But it's
Gonna cost you two thousand
Sgt kickass: Wha, you cluckerin' motherfu -
The DOC: Listen if you wanna make the deal
You fat motherfucker! It's at 477 Savona Way
4 AM! And don't fuck me! Phone hangs up

Hey I don't feel good about this one man

Hey we been fuckin' doin' this for 10
Years and we haven't been caught yet

Yeah I just don't know about this one

Hey just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut
Phone rings

Yeah, what's happening?

Hey what's up Dre?

Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man
You hook that shit up with 5-0?

Oh I hooked that shit up man
This shit's jumpin' off tonight
It oughta be happenin' at 4 in the morning

Ah alright, we got somethin' for their ass

Quiet quiet sgt said this was
Gonna be pretty easy

Yeah, but never underestimate
Those fucking niggers

Alright are you ready?

Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be

Alright, on 3 1 2 3!
Door busts open

Freeze motherfuckers!

Shoot that motherfucker!

That's mothafuckin' police punk mothafunka
Sa prize niggaz!

Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!

Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!


Fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace
They want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem
And by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the
White police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggas
They gave you a motherfucking gun
So I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass
Back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack
In fact freebase - they put in the
Neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat
So whassup with that a to the motherfuckin K
The last words you hear
Then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy
Fuck 'em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the
Night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong
Fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to
What I gotta say, yo


(Now for the first episode)

Yeah that shit's hittin man
Where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up
One-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you motherfuckers want to step
Out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to
Play music so god damn loud?
Shut the fuck up! Go to jail? Or
Gimme that shit you was just smoking

Motherfuckers from high crime areas view
The police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget

Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's
Two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones
Who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin' up my shit
Like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain't got nuttin better to do and
Nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin' everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a
Young black nigga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot
His ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't
Give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo

See, I got this problem, a big problem
Cops don't like me
So I don't like motherfucking cops

Episode Two: Get out of the fuckin car!
Wait a god damn minute what
The hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me
By my motherfuckin hair! Let
Go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin' hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now listen, we're
Gonna go around this corner, and
You're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks
Or you're gonna
Be one black dead nigga bitch

Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherfuckers

I said fuck the police but
With a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a massacre goin on
Just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga
Chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city
That they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right
They got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you
Know they justice, but all you can do
Is say fuck this, because if you move
That's all she wrote
So what's the excuse to shoot
Or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel-toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was
Born with a gang name
You call that right but when
You're black there's no right
Some recreational shit was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time as we slanged off the cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the fuckin police
So I'm sayin

(The final episode)

Episode Three:
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh shit man you fucked up
You hit a police car
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there
I've had enough
Of your raggedy ass motherfucking shit!
Oh man no me pegues! por que me pegas?
No! por favor no! No! Por que?

Chinga tu pinche madre, pinche
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