Coup - Drug Warz Lyrics
* pam the funkstress scratches the phraseWe wanna get it on - cause we dont get along *[boots]Now the fbi monitors with no feedbackSaw me on the street, ask me where the weed atOr the coke I dont sell and yet I dont believe thatSet me up Im runnin breathin like a sleestakRan into a car and almost bent my knee backIts better than a cell while my lawyers fee stackDucked into a liquor store they ask what you doWearin fubu it was my man ndukuThe bat and tote go through, I said, merci beaucoupIf they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flewMaybe 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 dont 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 Im 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 daylightsWouldnt be no dope slangin if mcdonalds paid rightThey target areas of black, chinese and mexicanMow you down men, or theyll 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 dont 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 callienteLets 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 wenchelsMakin police state officials with fat bonesThats made of gristle test they torque to differentialNow its essential, our problems aint provincialfore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencilsBroke as *****, eatin lentils with no utensilsThat type of struggle motivated my pencilIt aint mental its materialPolice are the fist of the imperial, Im spittin through your stereoBabies need cereal, folks need currencyMy job got a crowd wavin applications ferventlySomell get accepted, mostll get rejectedGuess they gon til the new prison get electedAnd thatll solve they unemployment streakTheyll be makin microchips for two dollars a weekThats 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
