|
The Coup - I Know You lyrics
Boots] E, look man look [E-Roc] Yeah wassup man [B] It's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital Hey pull over, come on [E] Coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go [B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me? Verse One: Boots I know you motherfucker, know where you live You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp But now he walks with a permanent limp And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock And it don't stop to the funky beat Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder? Seems we need one every time you get a court order Or pull me over in order to check identification I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration You're in the hood and it's one more disaster We know you're here to protect and serve the master Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard Cause Chorus x2 I know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn) I know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn) I know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) Verse Two: E-Roc I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door On my back, on my head, through my house and once more You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock You did this to about six thousands on the block Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire Hmm...but you work with a supplier So I inquire what's your role in my elimination? Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today? Pig, now I realize our relation Your occupation is to keep me in occupation How many brothers have you left in a cast? How many graves have you made in the past? Useless! Not my task to even ask But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass Cause I know you Chorus x2 (Now let me tell ya'll this little little story This little piggy once came to Oaktown See, cause this little piggy had a gun This little piggy's gun was smoking Cause this little piggy shot my son This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell! Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha Verse Three: Boots I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth Just so I won't be out organizing in the street And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class (Step one, put the handcuffs on Step two, say something like "Nigger you'll never learn" Step three, throw 'em on the ground Step four, kick 'em of course) But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest On your vest, I suggest you change your address Cause we know you (x2) We know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn) We know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn) We know you motherfucker (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position |
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Funeral of God by Zao |
 Call Me Irresponsible by Michael Buble |
 Reality Check by Juvenile |
 Afrodisiac by Brandy |
 Ghetto Classics by Jaheim |
