Текст песни: Tru - Sweated by the Po` Po`s



[Chorus]

Sweated by the po po`s they made me go pyshco



[C-Murder]

Coppers, choppers

fucking show stoppers

trying to catch C cause im slanging these rockers

leave me alone, I wanna go home

back to the place were the gangsta`s rome

gotta whatch my back when I leave my house

cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking niggaz out

but I never hesitate to blast a cop

but when it all boils down either me or him drops

dis goes out to you punk ass hoes

when you see me pass, let me go

or ima get my gat and peel some caps

cause when im driving I keep my shi in my lap

so dont search my car, check my wheels

unless you ready to shoot I pay the funeral bills

thats what I say its too late to play

and if you think im playing just make my date

from the pork police to the punk ass rights

stop doing what your doing it could value your life

cause niggaz in the hood getting tired of that shit

its about that time, we all raise up bitch

so dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues

cause im simply sweated by the po po`s



[Master P]

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock



[Chorus x3]



[King George]

In my rearview mirror its the po po`s again

yeah im tripping cause I just got out the pen

the sucker motherfucker with a blue suit foo

trying to lock a nigga down on the que

riding my dick like a hoe from the stroe

a jealous bitch cause a nigga try and roe

that coward motherfucker with a badge on his chest

fuck with King, get a whole through your vest

like rat-tat-tat on your asshole

thats what I think about the motherfuckin the po po



[Silkk]

rolled on his set in his benz

everything cool, gotta make a dropoff

around 2, I got the dope went to the house

got my gat, rolling on the street were they at

servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go

hmmm, sweated by the po po`s



[Chorus]



[Master P]

get the gat here come the rat

rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back

and that will make pig feet

qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk ass police

it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock

and they go as the fuck everylad cop

cause bitches with a badge keeping attitude

but they never catch a bad dude

and just like traffic I merge, and work on your ass

like a search, take me down to me station

and I be killing motherfuckers like Jason

so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherfuckin

bitches gon need help

call up the army it take a million motherfuckers sisters

they still couldn`t dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo

I pack a god damn A-K for the po po`s



[Chorus x2]



Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

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[Chorus]

Sweated by the po po`s they made me go pyshco



[C-Murder]

Coppers, choppers

fucking show stoppers

trying to catch C cause im slanging these rockers

leave me alone, I wanna go home

back to the place were the gangsta`s rome

gotta whatch my back when I leave my house

cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking niggaz out

but I never hesitate to blast a cop

but when it all boils down either me or him drops

dis goes out to you punk ass hoes

when you see me pass, let me go

or ima get my gat and peel some caps

cause when im driving I keep my shi in my lap

so dont search my car, check my wheels

unless you ready to shoot I pay the funeral bills

thats what I say its too late to play

and if you think im playing just make my date

from the pork police to the punk ass rights

stop doing what your doing it could value your life

cause niggaz in the hood getting tired of that shit

its about that time, we all raise up bitch

so dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues

cause im simply sweated by the po po`s



[Master P]

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock



[Chorus x3]



[King George]

In my rearview mirror its the po po`s again

yeah im tripping cause I just got out the pen

the sucker motherfucker with a blue suit foo

trying to lock a nigga down on the que

riding my dick like a hoe from the stroe

a jealous bitch cause a nigga try and roe

that coward motherfucker with a badge on his chest

fuck with King, get a whole through your vest

like rat-tat-tat on your asshole

thats what I think about the motherfuckin the po po



[Silkk]

rolled on his set in his benz

everything cool, gotta make a dropoff

around 2, I got the dope went to the house

got my gat, rolling on the street were they at

servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go

hmmm, sweated by the po po`s



[Chorus]



[Master P]

get the gat here come the rat

rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back

and that will make pig feet

qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk ass police

it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock

and they go as the fuck everylad cop

cause bitches with a badge keeping attitude

but they never catch a bad dude

and just like traffic I merge, and work on your ass

like a search, take me down to me station

and I be killing motherfuckers like Jason

so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherfuckin

bitches gon need help

call up the army it take a million motherfuckers sisters

they still couldn`t dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo

I pack a god damn A-K for the po po`s



[Chorus x2]



Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

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