Traduction: Les potamochères. Baise comme des aigles.
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out, Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
a year for you pigs And you wanna break our walls down, and you wanna destroy us? Well you go to Hell! (Kids running around places, fucking in the bushes
. Bullyboy, gonna show ya who's tough, I'm gonna shoot the dog, I'm gonna shoot the dog It's party time, everyday I spent Saturday night on Novocaine Called the pigs
Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
precedent is set, don't matter if he follow the law I know I'll give my son pride and make him swallow it all (damn!) Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs
the bust? The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch My man's chantin' me on like, "Run son, don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards
on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the (Bush
Freemason kill committee See the Dragon gettin' shittier in every city [CHORUS] Now ask yourself who's the people with the most to gain (Bush) 'fore 911 motherfuckas couldn't stand his name (Bush
Roll in the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that In the secret compartment is where I hid that Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at Forty-fo' and black
off Bullyboy, gonna show ya who's tough I'm gonna shoot the dog, I'm gonna shoot the dog It's party time, everyday I spent Saturday night on Novocaine Called the pigs
?t you cross that distant mountain Where it rains Chanel No.5? And the gutters, I think are paved with mink And the diamond bushes thrive Pigs trot around
God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles In Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same shit Damn pigs is puttin
Sometimes the creek flows, sometimes it won't Sometimes he's mean, he's got a gun When the ewes are lambing he's got pigs on the run Out in the lignum
