Lyrics Mac Dre – Punk Police

Why is the police steady knockin at my do’?
24-7 them 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, tryina follow me home
Steady runnin checks on me and my Brougham
You see my mother is worried, you got her vision all blurried
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 coughin me, in jail they be stuffin me
Every damn day, man, they can’t get enough of me
I could maybe understand if I was breakin the law
And I’ma dedicate this to Detective McGraw
You be steady accusin, but these cases you losin
You be steady abusin, mane, do you find it amusin?
Well haha, I’ma 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 fuss 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 yo job
Stop tryina be ruthless and stop tryina 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 squat 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
Punk police
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