Mister police how are you
Just like your clothes you
make me blue
I looked both ways
I cross the street
There was no one around
How did you see me
I take the ticket mister police
Mister police how do you do
You say I sped right past you
I obeyed the signs
I thought I was fine
Hope I don’t go to jail
Said i read your mind
But this time it’s just a fine
And I’m like what the f*ck he mean
Got a n*gga f*cked up
Ain’t no way that I believe
I be sh*t out of luck
All these pigs wanna test me
Trynna put me in the cuffs
I’m on my Boosie sh*t
On my Boosie sh*t (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Middle finger police
Say fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Middle finger police
Mister police how are you
I know my rights I’m no fool
You question me
I don’t know sh*t
My lawyer told me to close my lips
I guess I’m going on a trip
Mister police I know where you live
You got a wife and four kids
Couple of mistresses
And a guy on the side
I tell them all
Cus I’m god damn tired
I be going on a ride
And I’m like what the f*ck he mean
Got a n*gga f*cked up
Ain’t no way that I believe
I be sh*t out of luck
All these pigs wanna test me
Trynna put me in the cuffs
I’m on my Boosie sh*t
On my Boosie sh*t (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Middle finger police (b*tch)
Say fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Fuck the police (b*tch)
Middle finger police
(uhh)
Mister police how are you