- Gym Class Heroes pig Latin 歌詞
- Gym Class Heroes
- Why do people fear what they dont know?and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin at me funny cause my pants swung low
Its time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like
Arabian cats,terrorist acts will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County
Jail full of noxious gasgot three quarters of your senses massed,youre left with only the sense of
Touch like
Tony.they out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in blue are phony,crooked like
Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats ********,the fact is
I look suspicious,
THATS IT!!
Type of kid to expose corruption,like crop circles and alien abductions.
Park patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if
I was rushin with no discussion,try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion.
Ive taken all the stress
I can,peace
America Im movin off to foreign landswhere cops dont place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats just to meet a quota,searchin everyone with baggy pants and
Moterolas.
Thats why
Im wild with a camcorderto catch em slippin when they pull me over,flip em the bird then
Im ghost in my
Toyota.Wont stop writin til this **** cease.
Until someones there to police the police.
Im sick of all this everyday harassment
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed **** is drastic)
And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro)
THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.
Then they flash the badge in your face, and you dont even know whats goin on.
They dont even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is youve done.(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleepthe funny thing is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo theyll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
Regaland say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these cops is see through,thats why we do what we do.
Thats why we tell the truth about what police do,son theyll issue you a ticket right before they beat you.
Im glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer
I dare you,check the rearview , youll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
Yeah you shook now, andif you swing on me
Im about to fight back.cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man aint nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black.
Its a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals,they ride in
Crown Vs injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
Im tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president,sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
Im speakin relevance, ignorant heads wont try to hear me
If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do,cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like
Tim Leary.instead of constant harassment and curfews (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause,totin around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son Im fed up, so get up, stand up like
Bob told youand learn some
Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
Im sick of all this everyday harassment(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard )
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)and our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)a tumor on our ass, (we want answers)
So we jottin down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro)
THE HAMMER!for bad manners (and the use of police scanners)(Sick of havin visions of black caskets)
Just because we rock our pants low(Im sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelesslywatchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed **** is drastic(And our hats backwards)
These cops is like cancer(A tumor on our ass)
We want answers(for the day we meet up)
With Jim Shapiro
THE HAMMER!(For bad manners)
And the use of police scanners(So we jottin down their numbers)
In our pocket planners
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