Punk Police - Mac Dre

Stop—I can’t take no mo'

Why is the police steady knockin' at my do'?

24−7, the devils be trippin'

They say some banks was robbed and I fit the description

But that’s drama, so save it for your mama

I’m not criminal minded, punk police, I’m a

Dope rhyme dealer, not a money stealer

Was real in '91, but now I’m much realer

On the streets you roam, tryna follow me home

Steady runnin' checks, on me and my Brougham

You see my mother is worried, you got her vision all blurry

You throwin' darts at my partner’s poster — and he’s buried?

Restin' in peace, but you won’t give him no peace

Man, you punk police, I’m not the savage beast

You labeled us a ruthless G-A-N-G

But the biggest gangsters are on the VPD

They hate to see me drivin' a car I bought

They hate how I talk, I can’t spit on the sidewalk

They roughin' and cuffin' me, in jail they be duffin' me

Every damn day, mayne, they can’t get enough of me

I could maybe understand if I was breakin' the law

And I’mma dedicate this to Detective McGraw

You be steady accusin', but these cases you losin'

You be steady abusin', mayne, do you find it amusin'?

Well, haha, haha, I’mma laugh in your face

While you kick on back and feel the bass

Punk police with a one-track mind

Man, you can’t even find who’s been robbin' you blind

It got deep, so you had to blame somebody

What’s next—you gon' frame somebody?

You gon' frame somebody?

(You gon' frame somebody?)

Is you gon' frame somebody?

(Is you gon' frame somebody?)

Punk police

For the dumb punk one-time I’ve got one rhyme

You can’t stop sweatin' me, no, not even sometime

You fuss and cuss at, would love to bust at

A brother like me, always searchin' my nutsack

'Punk Police' I named this cut

And punk police, I’ll tell you what

You need to stop trippin' and cold do your job

Stop tryna be ruthless and stop tryna mob

Punk police are nothin' clean

Look how they did Rodney King

In every neighborhood, state, city, and town

A crooked policeman can be found

Off-duty he never would squab hard

But give him that gat, badge and that squad car

Then it’s jack time, fuck-with-a-black time

I’m talkin' real, man, listen to a Mac rhyme

Listen to a Mac rhyme

Punk police

And it don’t stop, and it don’t quit

Punk police can’t tell me shit

I’m just a Romp star goin' to the top far

You can’t stop me strikin' in my Cadillac car

Straight doin' it, straight doin' it

Romper Room crewin' it, Romper Room crewin' it

I can’t stop doin' it, can’t stop doin' it

Straight Romp crewin' it, straight Romp crewin' it

Can’t stop doin' it, can’t stop doin' it

Romper Room crewin' it, Romper Room crewin' it

Punk police

Get off, Khayree

Yeah

What’s up, Mac, mayne?

Oh, we ain’t forgot about you, nigga

You still in the house

We love you, mayne

Ha, straight Romp shot

We comin' up for you, baby boy

Fuck the punk police