Thurz - Fuck The Police [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook:]

[Verse - Thurzday]
Picture me rolling my hand clutching the four-fo'
No rival gang, a nigga dumping on po'-po
Taking a pigs life, fucking your civil rights
Possessed with a demon, that should be [vanished?] by lord Christ
Bigger than black and white born ability, kill and fight
[S...?] police brutality, retaliation seems right
Especially on Friday night, when they racial profile
Black --you a step child 9-1-1, doped out dope smack
That cop will shoot you in the back of your head, with yo' face on the ground
[?] [?] grant you permission to die
Mistaken phone for a gun prbably the reason why
We got innocent blood that's spilled on the streets
While the media keep it in the tuck, on discreet
A cop can kill a man and get off for free
Don't talk about justice, nigga look, adjust it

[Hook:]
On the count of the three, say fuck the police 1-2-3
Said, on the count of three, say fuck the police 1-2-3

[Verse 2 - Thurzday]
Yokohama -rodica tires from peshfire
[Hate?] niggas, choke them with barb wire
Mister big spender, the cash don't expire
[?] favorite nigga when that bank account transpires
You could be the brother with the two-door, [Honda?] coup
Black and [?] cologne, bumping old school Snoop
Panhandle for loot, sporting old school [?]
Everyday trying to recruit, 40-acres and and a fly [suit?]
Whether the nigga with the off shore accounts and the Range
Or the brother making dollars out of loose change
L.A.P.D. treats your ass the same
Shit, tailing your whip trying to run your plates quick
Pull you over question, are you Blood or are you Crip
Do you smoke, do you sniff
Are you drunk, are you selling narcotics
Anything to get your ass, as a young black male
Don't slip

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