Fuck The Police

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Let me tell you about this bitch I know She the dirtiest bitch I know She done fucked every nigga I know at least one time She ride around all day looking for something to snatch Picky bitch she prefer browns and blacks Picture this call a store liquor store around twelve o'clock A nigga walked out looking shell-shocked I guess he knew her too shit his soda dropped Before his can hit the ground he was up the block But she loves when they play hard to get She acting like she don't always get dick Trust me it's the worst pussy you could ever hit And if you do she'll probably wanna fuck again Oh so he hit the fence she put the bright low on him As he persists the sweat started to show on him She told her homegirls she got a hot stud If they wanted to meet him they needed to hurry up Shit they all came through thick Bitches in blue dresses no crip [Hook: Ab-Soul] I'm just minding my business Sitting on rolls like fuck these bitches Fuck these hoes Some nigga call them Johnny some niggas call them five-o But I call them bitches I call them hoes [Verse 2: Jay Rock] A nigga just minding his business On a highway drunk full of chickens She spot you roll pass she turning around See you with your flag she flagging you down Frantic the bitch'll even hold up traffic on your behalf Shit it could really get tragic the bitch love the attention In and out of jurisdictions Got her mouth open to stick your dick in Got the worst head you could imagine She call it foreplay I call it sexual harassment She pull the dude over at the next exit Took him out the car damn near started sexin' Hands by his testicles asking him questions like [Ab-Soul] Mr. McKinzie you ain't learned your lesson? You've been a bad boy so I'ma really have to fuck you Now I'ma get kinky I'ma even handcuff you [Hook]