Artist: The Coup f/ T-Kash Album: Party Music Song: Pork and Beef Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com Coup, yeah It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills Dodging em' one time, check it out [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand we still not free [T-Kash] Check it out Don't trust the police, no justice no peace They got me, face down in the middle of the street Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef I'm a young, black, heterosexual male Don't drink drank, don't smoke, don't sell That's the real reason why they want me up in jail They want me to fail, I resist and rebel See I, give a fuck about the C-O-P's P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T Cause they wanna see me D-I-E Tommy Kash from the Mob, I'm a pre-O.G. Dark Soviet socialist, vicious venomous vocalist Chrome fo'-fo' totin, holdin it down for Oakland Folks do be smokin and shit we do what we holdin Soldiers don't notice they get demoted then throw a Molotov, music [Chorus] [* Pam the Funkstress scratching *] [Boots] This is for them ladies with them empty plates For that raised rent rate you didn't calculate If you ever in yo' life been a ward of the state On the corner with cake If they send the undercover and you took the bait, huh Next time I see em' with no hesitation I'm peelin off like stolen registration And leave a lot of smoke, see I'm that sort of folk That they been huntin since my mama's fuckin water broke Cause they the henchmen nah they the lynchpin Between the rich and puffs of weed known to trench them Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense Behind steel gates with the fifty-cent-a-hour bill rates Up in Quentin making microchips for Bill Gates Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout Police station where the slave catchers lurk out Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes We'll synchronize and give 'em shit to wonder bout The D.A. is filthy, yell not guilty We need control of the cash and the realty And get rid of all the motherfuckin parasites More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit Shaking in they boots when we start to bust They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us [Chorus]