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Fuck The Po-Po Lyrics by Corey Smith
Last night I dreamed that the world was coming to
Open your eyes up people, and take a good look
I got a problem I hate to admit Hell, no
Tasha's got a room at the county shelter The cops took
Me and you in a midnight blue, ’82 Camaro Crossin’
Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose It's
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A long ride back from Jacksonville 500 miles from a
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Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped
And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block
I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.
And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone
She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home
Woah-woah

And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po
and they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go, so I'm singing fuck the po-po

So I got arrested, just for speaking up
And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up
Now I'm a jail-bird, I've done time in the pin
And I've got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
And my name was in the newspaper in my home town
They ruined my reputation because I didn't bow down
No-no

And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po

Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D.
The long-arm of the law coming down on me
Now I understand why all these rappers are mad
They must have been treated as badly as I have
Now I'm screaming thug life, fuck the po-po
Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by
They're puttin road blocks in front of my house
Man I'm starting to feel like I live under the Taliban
Can't drive home without a gun in my face
Thursday through Sunday, they're invading my space
Tellin' me its for my sake, they're keepin' the streets safe
By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway
But I say man, that's a big fuckin' lie
It's all about the money from the D.U.I.'s
Otherwise they'd be parked out in front of this bar
Giving free breathalizers before we get in our cars
Instead they just hide about 3 miles away
And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
Drink a little to much and you'll be cuffed and stuffed
And probably roughed up if you complain enough
You'll be carted off to jai, in the land of the free
Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect
There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect
And they boldy put their lives on the line
To protect our rights and give us peace of mind
But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown
This song is for you, and I'll never bow down ...

And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more
Woah-hoah
And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po yall
Oh no, fuck the po-po
Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped    And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block    I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D.    And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.    And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone    She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home    Woah-woah       And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po    and they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more    Woah-hoah    And I'm not gonna let this go, so I'm singing fuck the po-po       So I got arrested, just for speaking up    And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up    Now I'm a jail-bird, I've done time in the pin    And I've got a real messed up story to tell all my friends    And my name was in the newspaper in my home town    They ruined my reputation because I didn't bow down    No-no       And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po    And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more    Woah-hoah    And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po       Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D.    The long-arm of the law coming down on me    Now I understand why all these rappers are mad    They must have been treated as badly as I have    Now I'm screaming thug life, fuck the po-po    Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by    They're puttin road blocks in front of my house    Man I'm starting to feel like I live under the Taliban    Can't drive home without a gun in my face    Thursday through Sunday, they're invading my space    Tellin' me its for my sake, they're keepin' the streets safe    By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway    But I say man, that's a big fuckin' lie    It's all about the money from the D.U.I.'s    Otherwise they'd be parked out in front of this bar    Giving free breathalizers before we get in our cars    Instead they just hide about 3 miles away    And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake    Drink a little to much and you'll be cuffed and stuffed    And probably roughed up if you complain enough    You'll be carted off to jai, in the land of the free    Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D.    Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect    There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect    And they boldy put their lives on the line    To protect our rights and give us peace of mind    But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown    This song is for you, and I'll never bow down ...       And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po    And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more    Woah-hoah    And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po yall    Oh no, fuck the po-po
 
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