Drug Warz Lyrics - Singles - The Coup

* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase 

"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" * 

[Boots] 

Now the FBI monitors with no feedback 

Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at 

or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that 

Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak 

Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back 

It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack 

Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do 

Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku 

The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup 

If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew" 

Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks 

Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit 

Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip 

Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit 

My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips 

When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip 

Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit 

Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips 

Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile 

Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel 

This girl Cheryl got parole violation 

Said she was high cause of pupil dilation 

If you never got arrested now since infinity 

You get searched livin in this vicinity 

or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights 

Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right 

They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican 

Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin 

Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines 

but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem 

The ruling class shifts dope to you and me 

And don't get arrested, this is lunacy 

or is it pimp low magic in unity 

Is it a war on drugs, or just my community? 

Now who gets paper and who gets perved? 

Who gets slapped and who gets served? 

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve 

Who gets paper and who gets perved? 

Who gets slapped and who gets served? 

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve 

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve 

I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot 

So many cops around the block ?? Tupac 

You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox 

Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks? 

Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente 

Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente 

Not a teacher but a sensei 

These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid 

I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's 

Makin police state officials with fat bones 

that's made of gristle test they torque to differential 

Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial 

'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils 

Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils 

That type of struggle motivated my pencil 

It ain't mental it's material 

Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo 

Babies need cereal, folks need currency 

My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently 

Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected 

Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected 

and that'll solve they unemployment streak 

They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week 

That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets 

And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets