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The Delinquents - Gotta Go lyrics
Yeeeaaah Delinquents back up in this motherfucka for the nine five Rippin' up shit with brother Ansar El Mohammed, better known as Askari - X He's about to point us brothers in the right direction So why don'tcha'all listen to him and learn a good lesson and i'm out Chorus A pig is a pig that's what I said The only good pig is a pig that's dead [repeat 2x] Verse When I was locked down I studied they' history yet on a pig it'd be a mystery to me cause I can't see and I can't correctly sum up the role of a punk ass pig that's strolling, patrol my ghetto lookin for a brother like me this shit started off back in slavery when a black man a'run for freedom the pigs a'hunt'em down now catch'em and beat'em maybe they'll shoot em, maim 'em, hang 'em but if they don't they'll bring 'em back to the motherfuckin' plan'tation it's known today as a police station and then the shit we to it conservation can but I can't vamp cause they got alot of black pigs thats tryin' to feed they wife and kids [chorus] so it ain't no goddamn excuse if you benefit off the oppression of the black youth i'm 'a call you a bunch of uncle tom negros cause you won't let me go and you lockin' up yo' pe'ople white power in a black face that's neo - colonialism not racism but a project of capitalism even if you're black I'll shoot you in your head cause the only good pig is a pig that's dead weegaaa weeegaaah ooohheee I said you gotta go now oink oink bang bang dead pig [2x] It started in the 60's they tried to make us like police so they put em on TV they try to shape the young mind to wanna grow up and oppress they' own kind so they put a bunch of negros on TV and let 'em play the hero like Shaft and Bill Cosby now they got Mr. T and Eddie Murphy Now these motherfuckin' Uncle Tom pink-ass negros Is the young kids heros But the goddamn fact is Police kill mo' black folks than the Klan did See I watched the pigs beat up my dad and then drag 'em to the paddy wagon and as they locked the door I didn't see 'em no mo' he done life or so in the pen same thing happened to my friend now his daddy is in the pen with my daddy what about my sisters and my brothers I was only 12 and I had to be they' father figure my momma lookin' for a job but they wouldn't let her get one so you know what I done stood on the corner played the white man's game sold the cocaine that his wicked ass brain did sling in our community the game as deep as the blue sea but it wasn't new to me see I figured out that the odds was against me i found that out when the police hit me and slammed me on the concrete put the slave chains on me then threw me in the back seat of the motherfucken' slave ship say we goin' to a plantation [shouted] We need liberation! and that pig said that he was a good cop I said you ain't a good cop till you a dead cop [Chorus] Motherfuck the P-I-Gs We want all pigs out the black community if they's something going on wrong we don't need out enemy to solve them we can solve out own problems come together in unity build our community and then we will sooner be able to celebrate the day we wanna fight to be free after we told down this country but not as long as these pigs is running loose i remember when they shot and killed Jermaine Ortin Deuce shot 'em in the back of the head justifiable homicide you know the old lie they use the war on drugs for an excuse to harass us kick down our door, come in our house without asking us now you want to search my shit you call that freedom? fuck the pigs, we don't need 'em but you still say ya' all pigs ain't bad pigs but I say the only good pig is a dead pig weegaaa weeegaaah ooohheee I said you gotta go now oink oink bang bang dead pig not givin' a fuck about them five-o's them dono's better known as PoPos pacos that always wanna make motherfuckas no-shows as we step into the world known as that racist arena you never seen her? nah, hang a bitch like a cup cleana' fucken' the devil on a whole nuttha level they try to take us and break us for our acres that's why I straps my beretta we's about to let all hell break loose on the goose OJ simpson got the juice but he's a house nigga too they told us white was right they told us blacks to get back and for us brown to stick around now how ya'll think we doin' now? some brothers were keepin' it on the DL for four hundred and some odd years and now's the perfect time for us to break this buck off in yo' ear. [boom] |
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