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Spread 'em Lyrics - Situation - Buck 65

I tell you there's some 

Someone at the door 

 

Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt 

Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt 

It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints 

We're not looking just for hints, now it's the judge you must convince 

 

The unjust and untrue, there's nowhere to run to 

You're dead stranded, surrender, we caught you red handed 

Put your clothes back on, slowly, drop the junk 

No funny stuff, caught the punk, hurry up and pop the trunk 

 

Scumbags, cum rags, hard drugs and loaded weapons 

Harry, Dick and Tom, a ticking bomb that could explode in seconds 

Tweed geeks, speed freaks, push the limits, up the bids 

Rebel's without causes, the dishonest corruptive kids 

 

Pleasure seekers with leather sneakers, loud music and underwear 

Inside out, they have a hideout and I wonder wear 

Fooled by the gear and the camera, veneer and the glamor 

Now you're lookin' at a year in the slammer 

 

Spread 'em 

Up against the wall, loverboy 

Spread 'em 

Wider, wider now 

 

Spread 'em 

Up against the wall, sweet cheeks 

Spread 'em 

No funny stuff 

 

Alright, reach for the sky and no surprises 

Tough guys, hand over your supplies and disguises 

Cash from the porn stash, erratic behavior, spastic motion 

Fake mustaches, hair products and magic potions 

 

Strip search, stand tough, here comes the handcuffs 

Suspicion, you're in no position to demand stuff 

It's your own fault, you get one phone call on the journey 

To the big house, stake mouth, you got a right to an attorney 

 

Guns are the best tool, billy club is less cruel 

Criminals that dress cool, turn the city into a cesspool 

Killer with a chainsaw, sang fois, wonder girl 

Bare naked, drug addict, drawn into the underworld 

 

It's a cryin' shame, pointing fingers, bad guys, denying blame 

Playing a violent game, live fast, die in vain 

It's your town, under siege, out of focus in the foreground 

Dragnet, search warrant, breaking the door down 

 

Spread 'em 

Up against the wall, toots 

Spread 'em 

Wider 

 

That's right, spread 'em 

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