Текст песни The Coup - Drug Warz
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* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase "We wanna get it on - cause we don`t get along" *[Boots]Now the FBI monitors with no feedbackSaw me on the street, ask me where the weed ator the coke I don`t sell and yet I don`t believe thatSet me up I`m runnin breathin like a SleestakRan into a car and almost bent my knee backIt`s better than a cell while my lawyer`s fee stackDucked into a liquor store they ask what you doWearin FUBU it was my man N`DukuThe bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoupIf they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicksPolice did a sweep, terrorizin grue shitBustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool WhipFace down, gettin dirt on my back to school fitMy neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lipsWhen the fuse lit, you don`t see the few flipKick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fitTil then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lipsFrisk my nuts so much, shit I think I`m sterileGot up, brushed the gravel off my apparelThis girl Cheryl got parole violationSaid she was high cause of pupil dilationIf you never got arrested now since infinityYou get searched livin in this vicinityor harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylightsWouldn`t be no dope slangin if McDonald`s paid rightThey target areas of black, Chinese and MexicanMow you down men, or they`ll find your next of kinWhites sell more cocaine and amphetaminesbut the justice sentence us, more than like to credit demThe ruling class shifts dope to you and meAnd don`t get arrested, this is lunacyor is it pimp low magic in unityIs it a war on drugs, or just my community?Now who gets paper and who gets perved?Who gets slapped and who gets served?Now this type of shit get on my last nerveI think about it in the car and I start to swerveWho gets paper and who gets perved?Who gets slapped and who gets served?Now this type of shit get on my last nerveI think about it in the car and I start to swerveI got a commonest plot to get the federales hotSo many cops around the block ?? TupacYou gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoeboxConvincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?Now this is for la gente, keep it callienteLet`s send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanenteNot a teacher but a senseiThese rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paidI bust the donut up in front of Wenchel`sMakin police state officials with fat bonesthat`s made of gristle test they torque to differentialNow it`s essential, our problems ain`t provincial`fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencilsBroke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensilsThat type of struggle motivated my pencilIt ain`t mental it`s materialPolice are the fist of the imperial, I`m spittin through your stereoBabies need cereal, folks need currencyMy job got a crowd wavin applications ferventlySome`ll get accepted, most`ll get rejectedGuess they gon` til the new prison get electedand that`ll solve they unemployment streakThey`ll be makin microchips for two dollars a weekThat`s why they packin us in there in droves and fleetsAnd Channel Two gon` call it cleanin up the streetsNow who gets paper and who gets perved?Who gets slapped and who gets served?Now this type of shit get on my last nerveI think about it in the car and I start to swerveWho gets paper and who gets perved?Who gets slapped and who gets served?Now this type of shit get on my last nerveI think about it in the car and I start to swerve