Artist: The Coup Album: Steal This Double Album Song: What the Po-Po's Hate Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com [Boots Riley] What the fuck?!? (*Echoes*) [Chorus: Boots Riley] This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us [Boots Riley] I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court I scribbled his on an application for county support I practice this like a sport Met Donald Trump and he froze up standin' on his Bentley yellin', "Pimps down, hoes up!" Stop trying to front off Break our ass a clump off We goin' stop the world and make you motherfuckers jump off Watch me junk off, molotovs and bricks Mr. Bailiff, you can put that in the transcripts Is you a have or have not? Huh.. When you run out of bullets, grab rocks or throw ham-hocks Cause the door to the pen slam locks It don't open when your fam knocks 'less you rich and have stocks I eat my dinner outta Spam box They carry cash off in Gladlocks This is for them babies with they empty plates This is that shit that the po-po's hate [Chorus: Boots Riley] This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us [?] Life in the game showin' no remorse and no shame Rocks share up on thangs Due to the imminent cocaine In my brain, I know it's wrong but a job'd take too long I'm robbin' niggas at gunpoint, just to keep my PG&E on and we own Kodiakin' narcotics, just to keep it going neurotic Pushin' the product ? got shot in my partna, dropped a chopper in his lap This shit is a distract from the black on black A systematic attack on me and my race Face it, found a way out this cycle before I'm six feet deep in the dirt A consequence of puttin' it worth This money and ho's and clothes ain't worth it even though my pockets is hurtin' For certain, it's goin' to be curtains if I keep on for certain (What's the word?) As you get older you just realize, man It's human nature to have thangs but I got to get out the game Don't be shoutin' my name Temptation callin', will I sacrifice my life in order to be ballin' this all in time? [Chorus: Boots Riley] This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us This is that shit that the po-po's hate When we talkin' to our folks and they love and relate Shakin' in their boots when we start the funk They ain't scared of rap music They scared of us [Boots Riley] But the people love it, the people love it, the people love it Yeah, yeah, yeah ... But the people love it, the people love it, the people love it ... Yeah, yeah, yeah