Coup - Pork And Beef Lyrics
Coup, yeahIt's all good man, we off in the Oakland HillsDodging em' one time, check it out[Hook x2]If you got beef with C-O-P'sThrow a Molotov at the P-I-G'sCause they be harassing you and meYa gotta understand we still not free[T-Kash]Don't trust the police, no justice no peaceThey got me face down, in the middle of the streetPistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzlingTrying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beefI'm a young, black, heterosexual maleDon't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't saleThat's the real reason that they want me up in jailThey want me to fail, I resist and rebelSee I give a ***** about the C-O-P'sP-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-TCause they wanna see me D-I-EGot me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G.Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous vocalistChrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for OaklandFolks do be smoking and shit we do what we holdingSome just don't notice they get demotedThrow em' all the time music[Hook x2][* Pam the Funkstress scratching *][Boots]This is for them ladies with them empty platesFor that raise ripped that you didn't calculateIf you ever in your life been awarded to stateOn the corner with cakeIf they send an undercover and you tip the bag, huhNext time I see em' with no hesitationI'm peeling off like stolen registrationAnd leave a lot of smokeSee I'm that sort of folkThat been pig hunting since my mama's *****ing water brokeCause they the henchmen nah they the lenchmenBetween the rich and puffs of weed known to trench themCause they dispense with the dollars and centsSo when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incenseBehind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill ratesA pre-kin making microchips for Bill GatesPelican Bay, t-shirts for the workoutPolice station where the slave catchers lurk outListen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routesWe'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder boutThe DEA is filthy, yell not guiltyWe need control of the cash and the realtyAnd get rid of all the mother*****ing parasitesMore than weed burn at 420 FahrenheitShaking in they boots when we start to bustThey ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us[Hook x2]
