Take Your Guns That You Using To Shoot Each Other Lyrics By Snoop Dogg & J5 Slap. All you n^^gas out there Take your guns that you using to shoot each other And start shooting these b^^ch a^s mo^^erf^^king police That’ll impress a mo^^erf^^king n^^ga like me.
Take Your Guns That You Using To Shoot Each Other Lyrics
All you n^^gas out there
Take your guns that you using to shoot each other
And start shooting these b^^ch a^s mo^^erf^^king police
That’ll impress a mo^^erf^^king n^^ga like me
The crooked mo^^erf^^kers
‘Cause these police getting way too mo^^erf^^king outta line
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke
Don’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, yeah
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, you feel me?
Don’t trust these police
911’s a joke
Cinematic, right back at it
Talk the walk and walk ’bout that static
I am the extra dramatic
When he popped back, everybody scattered, didn’t matter
Hmm, I was there from the get-go
Moving heavy weights, Klitschko
Rookies and cookies from ‘Frisco
Put ’em in a box, Nabisco
We the funk that killed disco
I showed you how to go and get this dough
And I’m the reason why you’re f^^king with this hoe
But don’t thank me, that’s how the sh^t go
It’s still banging Crypto from the intro
n^^ga what they hidden for?
Hold up, who is that tryna come through?
Step back or get mic checked, one, two
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke
Don’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, yeah
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, you feel me?
Don’t trust these police
911’s a joke
I’ma use my rights, I ain’t saying sh^t
First forty-eight, I ain’t telling on the clique
Solid as a rock, too legit to snitch
Put it on my momma, I’ma be a problem
f^^k a police, tryna stop me like a comma
b^^ches, got a shiny badge with authority
Target on my back, I’m minority
Get the iPhone, I’m recording
Y’all cartoon, Rick and Morty
Pass, “serve and protect” my a^s
sh^t’s going down, that’s a wrap
Never trust a cop, that’s a trap
Put me in the slam, I don’t sing
With a orange pair of Barkleys
Other mo^^erf^^kers narcing
A snitch to be stitched and he run like a b^^ch
I’ma shoot ’em up like I’m Mitch Richmond
Flick on the wrist, too hot
You ain’t f^^king with this
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke
Don’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, yeah
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, you feel me?
Don’t trust these police
911’s a joke
Yeah, whoa, ay
911 is a joke in J town
Everywhere it go down, that’s why I keep a four pound
Blowing out your hoe down, sh^t the tires go down
Sugar brought you whole round, ready for a showdown
Verbs and pronouns spitting at your main hoe
Probably why I stay up on her top like a Kango
Dipping through the city with a Glock in a Range Rove
If you sleeping [?] probably not with the same hoe
Rock the same clothes rich n^^gas do
And rock by the same code till I’m a rich n^^ga too
I be in the club with the stick in my shoe
You call the f^^king police like a b^^ch n^^ga do
Still zips for the two, QP for they
Whole thing for the (ah), sh^t I’ll get a n^^ga straight
This sh^t don’t hit the interstate if your skin tone’s dark
And white people watch the pigs in the pens unmarked
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke
Don’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, yeah
You can’t trust these police
‘Cause 911’s a joke, you feel me?
Don’t trust these police
911’s a joke
Ay J5, come here man, the police tripping
Ay, ay, officer leave him alone
Yeah, man, leave that dude alone, man
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
Here they go again, man, they doing that same old sh^t again, man
I can’t stand this sh^t
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