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Sweated by da Po Po's Lyrics

[Chorus]
Sweated by the po po's they made me go pyshco

[C-Murder]
Coppers, choppers
f****** 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 n***** 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 a** 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 a** rights
stop doing what your doing it could value your life
cause n***** in the hood getting tired of that s***
its about that time, we all raise up b****
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 m*********** with a blue suit foo
trying to lock a n**** down on the que
riding my d*** like a hoe from the stroe
a jealous b**** cause a n**** try and roe
that coward m*********** with a badge on his chest
f*** with King, get a whole through your vest
like rat-tat-tat on your a******
thats what I think about the m*********** 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 a** police
it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock
and they go as the f*** everylad cop
cause b****** with a badge keeping attitude
but they never catch a bad dude
and just like traffic I merge, and work on your a**
like a search, take me down to me station
and I be killing m************ like Jason
so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and m***********
b****** gon need help
call up the army it take a million m************ sisters
they still couldn't dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo
I pack a god d*** 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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