Yeah. You know that's right Gonna tell it real tell it how it Is C'mon sing along then (Chorus) Fuck the bloomington police department Fuck the B P D Fuck the bloomington police department Fuck the B P D (Verse) You see the fuzz came to bust I know don't trust a blue suit Been double crossin my whole crew we can feel it too Needin six officers for a traffic violation Trying to ticket the town to pay for their new station But what can we do not a god damn Thing They hit the brake lights then you hear them sirens ring Yeah I'm out kinda late but I be gettin some food They had to search me and my car being oh so rude (Verse) Cuz these Be Pee Dee's are corrupt as fuck Dirty police gotta meet your quota for the month Cuz you didn't do shit for the first three weeks Now ya two days away and ya fuckin with me So go fill ya face with the breakfast pastries You just fuckin with me cuz you ain't seen me lately But I know when to roll slow past the po po's And I'm radar proof when I'm rollin in my coop hoe's (Chorus) (Verse) When sticky situations arise I got bloodshot eyes Stankin of the bomb weed and it's no surprise That we throwin a party and the po's showin up Tellin everyone to go home then they pull um over for drivin Drunk on the block it's only one o clock In the morning let's get this party goin Fuck ya warnin And the muthafuckin haters been doin it for a while With a stick up they ass cause they was picked on as a child (Verse) What about the forth of July we didn't stop for a sign B B gun in the trunk of my home boys ride They freaked out callin in back up with shot guns They didn't listen but we didn't do nothin wrong Later at the party bustin it with no permission Always over steppin they ground city hall won't even listen When they hear the crooked story's they just shrug it off they shoulders Turn the other way and let the police get colder (Chorus) (Verse) they pullin me over, as if i was a tweaker stealin my reefer doin illegal search and seizure On the speaker hear a robbery in progress But he don't even stress cuz he ain't through with me yet Always neglecting my civil rights His probable cause is robbing something for his wife My diamond earrings or my pockets full of cash don't doubt it If he'll whoop my ass if I try to talk back about it (Verse) Givin people no respect act like a better man You scower the streets of our town tryin to reprimand I never fuck with the police now why they fuckin with me Now ain't no reason for your attitude that's all that I see Gettin ruffed on the side streets when no one's around Actin tough drivin by me staring me down Like a criminal but I didn't do a damn thing wrong Now that's perfect justification to write this song (Chorus x2) ©️ Rukus Crew 2025
