Mr. Police

Mr. Police, how are you? Just like your clothes, you make me blue I look both ways, I cross the street There was no one around, how did you see me? I'll take the ticket, Mr. Police (uh) Mr. 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 nigga fucked up Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs I'm on my Boosie shit, on my Boosie shit (bitch) F*ck the police (bitch), f*ck the police (bitch) F*ck the police (bitch), middle finger police Said, f*ck the police (bitch), f*ck the police (bitch) F*ck the police (bitch), middle finger police (uh) Mr. Police, how are you? I know my rights, I'm no fool You question me, I don't know shit My lawyer told me to close my lips I guess I'm goin' on a trip (trip, trip, trip) Mr. Police, I know where you live (I know, I know, I know, I know, I know) You got a wife and four kids (I know, I know, I know, I know) Couple mistresses and a guy on the side I'll tell them all 'cause I'm god damn tight I'll be goin' on a ride And I'm like, what the f*ck he mean? Got a nigga fucked up Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs I'm on my Boosie shit (bitch), on my Boosie shit (bitch) F*ck the police (bitch), f*ck the police (bitch) F*ck the police, middle finger police (bitch) Said, f*ck the police (bitch), f*ck the police (bitch) F*ck the police, middle finger police (uh) Mr. Police, how are you?