(featuring T-Kash)
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Coup, yeah
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It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
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Dodging em' one time, check it out
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[Hook x2]
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If you got beef with C-O-P's
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Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
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Cause they be harassing you and me
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Ya gotta understand we still not free
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[T-Kash]
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Don't trust the police, no justice no peace
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They got me face down, in the middle of the street
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Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling
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Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef
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I'm a young, black, heterosexual male
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Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sale
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That's the real reason that they want me up in jail
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They want me to fail, I resist and rebel
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See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's
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P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T
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Cause they wanna see me D-I-E
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Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G.
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Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous vocalist
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Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland
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Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we holding
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Some just don't notice they get demoted
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Throw em' all the time music
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[Hook x2]
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[* Pam the Funkstress scratching *]
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[Boots]
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This is for them ladies with them empty plates
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For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate
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If you ever in your life been awarded to state
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On the corner with cake
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If they send an undercover and you tip the bag, huh
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Next time I see em' with no hesitation
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I'm peeling off like stolen registration
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And leave a lot of smoke
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See I'm that sort of folk
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That been pig hunting since my mama's fucking water broke
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Cause they the henchmen nah they the lenchmen
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Between the rich and puffs of weed known to trench them
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Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents
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So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense
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Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates
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A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates
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Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout
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Police station where the slave catchers lurk out
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Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes
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We'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder bout
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The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty
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We need control of the cash and the realty
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And get rid of all the motherfucking parasites
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More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit
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Shaking in they boots when we start to bust
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They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us
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[Hook x2]
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Pork And Beef
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The Coup |