Pigs (OJ Simpson Remix)

[Part I: Pigs]

[Intro: The Watts Prophets & Guilty Simpson]

"Yet look around, ain't nothin’ change

(Nothing's changed! Not a damn thang!)

I'm sho’ hope somebody's listening to what I'm sayin'

'Cause it sho' looks to me like dem' niggers ain't playing"

(Pig!)

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Yo, look at your room—it’s a mess

And you tell me, that I can’t wear a vest?

Why? You got one

Beating brothers in the chest with a shotgun

In my pocket asking where I got my knot from, I got a job

Like everybody with black faces gotta rob

Oh, you want my ID? It's not a prob

What’s two or three cars for I'm not the mob

Uh-uh, I'm just a young rap artist

Do the shit you probably refer to as '’that garbage''

Which probably makes me a black target

That's why I don't love you, whole or half-hearted

A lot of police should feel like a thug

When I see the boys in blue, I feel like a blood

But I ain't gang related

Sketch you in court when you change your statement

[Interlude: Guilty Simpson]

Pig!

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

Mr. Officer, please don't shoot

Show a little love to the young black youth

You plant drugs on us, stamp "thugs" on us

Put us in cuffs, shipped on a bus

To a cell that's equivalent to Hell on Earth

So the rats don't care, who they tell on first

The greeks don't care if you innocent

Put a lighter in the air if you feelin' it

[Outro: Guilty Simpson]

Pig!

Pig!

Pig!

Pig! Pig!

[Part II]

[Guilty Simpson]

Come on

You, niggas, better stack that [?]

Time's up, you couldn't fool the people forever

You better

Yeah

My nigga

Yeah

When you wake up, I'm right there