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[boots] e, look man look
[e-roc] yeah wassup man
[b] it´s that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
hey pull over, come on
[e] coup let´s with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
[b] hey pig, yeah, remember me?

verse one: boots

i know you motherfucker, know where you live
you´re the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins´ ribs
and it wasn´t in a trip cause he´s not a dealer or a pimp
but now he walks with a permanent limp
and pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked
walcy hawkins and her son´s up in double-rock
and it don´t stop to the funky beat
till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
i grit my teeth why can´t i be like rodney with a camcorder?
seems we need one every time you get a court order
or pull me over in order to check identification
i´m in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
you´re in the hood and it´s one more disaster
we know you´re here to protect and serve the master
next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
i´ll turn your blue suit purple, bastard
cause

chorus x2
i know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
i know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
i know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn i´m assuming the position)

verse two: e-roc

i know you motherfucker, footprints in my door
on my back, on my head, through my house and once more
you called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock
you did this to about six thousands on the block
say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire
hmm...but you work with a supplier
so i inquire what´s your role in my elimination?
ain´t got a choir so it sure ain´t one of salvation
but if i sung you a song it´d be of damnation
cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation
hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?
pig, now i realize our relation
your occupation is to keep me in occupation
how many brothers have you left in a cast?
how many graves have you made in the past?
useless! not my task to even ask
but you´d better cease before i put a cap in your ass
cause i know you

chorus x2

(now let me tell ya´ll this little little story
this little piggy once came to oaktown
see, cause this little piggy had a gun
this little piggy´s gun was smoking
cause this little piggy shot my son
this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!
cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha

verse three: boots

i know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles
hit my head back to the rear and i can hear my knees buckle
and you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision
you make a game trying to tame me for colonialism
the stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison
no chains or fences here so you can make me think i´ve risen
i´m given rations on the first and fifteenth
just so i won´t be out organizing in the street
and so i´m beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
my eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humpty´s
but i´m not laughing cause i´ll take a bath in this one
the judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung
i never swung, i got the dung kicked out my ass
like o.p.d. was using me for beat the nigger class

(step one, put the handcuffs on
step two, say something like "nigger you´ll never learn"
step three, throw ´em on the ground
step four, kick ´em of course)

but there´s an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
we ain´t non-violent no more so get your riot gear
stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round
and fuck you up so much, they´ll have to fuck you down
assuming the position that you´ll have to wear a bullet-proof vest
on your vest, i suggest you change your address
cause we know you

(x2)

we know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
we know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
we know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn i´m assuming the position)