Coup - I Know You Lyrics
[boots] e, look man look[e-roc] yeah wassup man[b] its that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospitalHey pull over, come on[e] coup lets with this hamhock mother*****er, there we go[b] hey pig, yeah, remember me?Verse one: bootsI know you mother*****er, know where you liveYoure the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins ribsAnd it wasnt in a trip cause hes not a dealer or a pimpBut now he walks with a permanent limpAnd pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knockedWalcy hawkins and her sons up in double-rockAnd it dont stop to the funky beatTill my people get together and kick you pigs off the streetI grit my teeth why cant I be like rodney with a camcorder?Seems we need one every time you get a court orderOr pull me over in order to check identificationIm in the back of your car with a bruise or lacerationYoure in the hood and its one more disasterWe know youre here to protect and serve the masterNext time you roll through push the gas a little fasterIll turn your blue suit purple, bastardCauseChorus x2I know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn)I know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn)I know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn Im assuming the position)Verse two: e-rocI know you mother*****er, footprints in my doorOn my back, on my head, through my house and once moreYou called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlockYou did this to about six thousands on the blockSay you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspireHmm...but you work with a supplierSo I inquire whats your role in my elimination?Aint got a choir so it sure aint one of salvationBut if I sung you a song itd be of damnationCause all they do is let me sing in this damn nationHey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?Pig, now I realize our relationYour occupation is to keep me in occupationHow many brothers have you left in a cast?How many graves have you made in the past?Useless! not my task to even askBut youd better cease before I put a cap in your assCause I know youChorus x2(now let me tell yall this little little storyThis little piggy once came to oaktownSee, cause this little piggy had a gunThis little piggys gun was smokingCause this little piggy shot my sonThis little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha haVerse three: bootsI know you mother*****er, my face prints in your knucklesHit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckleAnd you chuckle...as the blow blurred my visionYou make a game trying to tame me for colonialismThe stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prisonNo chains or fences here so you can make me think Ive risenIm given rations on the first and fifteenthJust so I wont be out organizing in the streetAnd so Im beaten in the court with charges trumped, seeMy eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humptysBut Im not laughing cause Ill take a bath in this oneThe judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hungI never swung, I got the dung kicked out my assLike o.p.d. was using me for beat the nigger class(step one, put the handcuffs onStep two, say something like nigger youll never learnStep three, throw em on the groundStep four, kick em of course)But theres an error in your reign of terror and the end is nearWe aint non-violent no more so get your riot gearStand in fear and guard your rear as we gather roundAnd ***** you up so much, theyll have to ***** you downAssuming the position that youll have to wear a bullet-proof vestOn your vest, I suggest you change your addressCause we know you(x2)We know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn)We know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn)We know you mother*****er(everywhere I turn Im assuming the position)
