Fuck the Police Kottonmouth Kings (Ft. Violent J)

[Intro]
Ah fuck, not this asshole again
All right, superstar, hands on the steering wheel
What's the fuckin' problem, man?
Any drugs or any weapons in the vehicle?
Kind of
I'm Frank Babbit, God damn it; I mean business, punk
I know who you are. Fuck that
I told you boys I got my eyes on you
Yeah, right

[Chorus]
(Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts
(What did you just say?)
(Fuck the police) Why you gotta sweat us?
(Yeah, I'll tell you why I'm sweating)
(Fuck the police) They say protect and serve
Then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb?
(Hey, outta of the car and on the ground, I'm done!)

[Verse 1: Daddy X]
Well here's another tale from the Subnoize shot callers
Put it on the scale and we show you how to clock dollars
Banging down the block, got my system on hit
Fly ass bitch all over my dick
Take another hit of the chronic then I bounce
Down to Johnny Richter's house so I could score another ounce
Well that's the way it is – I'm a Kottonmouth King
Rolling through the 'burbs, blowing big smoke rings
Cops on my tail; they in hot pursuit
I got my two fifteen but no excuse for the loot
I'm holding over ten Gs, mostly big face bills
I got some old warrants and a bottle of pills
I gotta think fast, so I'm heading to the pokey
I banged a quick left and I ditched Old Smokey
Pig flew by, didn't look my way
I must be higher than I thought – today's a damned good day