Ram Part Division

[Intro: Distorted walkie-talkie messages]

[Hook]

I'm the police, I'm the police

I- I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 1]

I love my fuckin' job, and I don't want to stop

Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop

You know, protect and serve, a couple traffic stops

I make a bust, and take a lil' something off the top

A thin blue line, we run these streets

You bang on them, but you never bang on me

I cell search, steppin' on pillows and sheets

I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat

I got a short wick, on some New York shit

Take you to the precinct and fuck you with a broomstick

I patrol your hood, put you on my hood

Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood?

PC, 6-4-7-b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute

She don't want to go to jail, bitch, I tell you what

Get on your muthafuckin' knees, suck my partner up

Hahaha!

[Hook]

I'm, I-I'm, I'm the police

I-I, I'm-I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police

[Verse 2]

You know a couple of motherfuckers was givin' us grief

Pull a couple of strings, dodge the media beef

Ever since them niggas in black said "Fuck the police"

I been grindin' on the back of my teeth, loadin' my piece

Waitin' for some, get back, like it or not

We investigated the shots that killed Biggie and Pac

Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out?

'Cause we the ones that's got to figure it out!

Hahahaha...

I shout "Freeze!" at the top of my lungs

I'm the cream of the crop

You don't stop, you get popped by my warning shots

And if you try to come back with a civil suit

I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you

[Interlude]

Order in the court, order in the court

Ayy, that motherfucker shot me!

Case dismissed!

Hahahahahahaha!!

[Hook]

Police

I-I-I'm, I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police

[Interlude: Distorted walkie-talkie messages]

[Verse 3]

You see this fuckin' badge, you see these fuckin' lights

I'm in your neighbourhood rollin' on you every night

You faggots run and duck, look at you, scared as fuck

You see me comin' in your mirror, nigga, straighten up

Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down

Hey partner, look at all these weapons and this coke I found!

I'm gon' let you slide, show you who you can trust

And if you wanna keep sellin', nigga, you sell for us

Make you a 1030, I'll get your hands dirty

Murder for hire, professional liar

I pray to make police chief and then retire

I remember when you set your own hood on fire

I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks

So next time y'all trip, fuck bloods and crips

'Cause we the biggest gang in L.A

Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away

[Hook]

I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police

I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm I-I-I, I'm the police

I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police