Mr. Officer

[RBX + Dr. Dre] Aiyo Dre Yo, what's up? Yo man, if that Rodney King shit would’ve jumped off with me man, that shit would've been a total different episode [Skit: Sample] Well, I might not be able to let you off so easy there Jimbo. See, you were doing 65 in a 35, and you ran a red light. That's reckless driving as far as I’m concerned! Who else you got in there with you Jimbo, huh? What the hell is going on in here? Alright, everybody out of the vehicle right now! (Don't do it! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! God, don't shoot! Please don't shoot!) You're a cop. I know you man. I know what you're thinking. You’re thinking, "We got us another crazy nigga here with a gun," well let me tell you something: Human life means very little to me at this point in time. You see, I thrive on misery. In the jungle, misery’s all you got, but, things are different back here in the world, or so they seem. Nobody wants to talk about pain and suffering. Everybody wants everything to be nice and civil. Well, okay then. Let's be nice. Let’s be civil. And let's drop those guns before I pull this trigger and change the way you feel about me! [Intro: RBX] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Fool Don't you know before you bring home the bacon You gotta kill the motherfucking pig first [Hook: RBX (x4)] Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir [Verse 1: Prince Ital Joe] Babylon ass is dead, mi seh yuh Babylon ass is dead Dem ass is dead, dem ass is dead, dead, dead Babylon ass is dead, mi seh yuh Babylon ass is dead Dem ass is dead, dem ass is dead, dead, dead Dem beat up Rodney King, dem nuh have no mercy Wicked officer, dem nuh love humanity Di Crips on di block, dem ah come to get us [?] buried under Babylon ass is dead, yah my people get bread L.A. riot fi ga spread Soon dem ah come, California get scared Dem ass is dead, dead, dead, dead [Interlude: Reporter] "Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting. Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there’s been looting downtown. But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street." [Refrain: RBX + Sample] How many niggas like police? We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em! I said how many niggas like police? We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em! [Sample] [?] [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-kill-a-cop perspective 'Cause what I just heard broke me in half So fuck Daryl Gates and the whole police staff Laugh now, but cry much later You see when niggas get together They get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob (And break the white man off something lovely I don't love dem so dem can't love me) Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin' Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And the police better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I gives a fuck about a motherfucking cop [Interlude: Reporter + Reporter 2] "Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, ah, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers." "And swinging at them as well, as a result a young woman there, you see took a swing at at an officer with some object in her hand." [Refrain: RBX + Sample] How many niggas like police? We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em! I said how many niggas like police? We don't love 'em! We don't like 'em! [Hook: RBX (x2)] Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir [Verse 3: RBX] One-time trigger happy, no nigga love One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints on a nine I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop, pop, pop, another cop just dropped And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo Creepin', with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut And crack-up, so now he call for back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin' To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go [Interlude: Reporter] "This is now covering a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited. I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way." [Hook: RBX (x4)] Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir [Outro: Prince Ital Joe] Gunshot, Dem ah go bust Dem ah go bust, bust, bust Jamaican posse, yuh gon bust gunshot Death Row posse, yuh gon bust gunshot Wi nuh like police Wi nuh like police Nuh like police Wi nuh like police Jamaican posse, wi nuh like police, and Death Row posse, they nuh like police, come follow mi Nuh like police Wi nuh like police Don't like police, and police don't like mi