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Coup, The - "I Know You"
Lyrics to I Know You : E, look man! look! Yeah, whats up man' Its that cop man. The one that sent my patna to the hospital. Hey pullover. Come on. [screech] Cool, lets get with this ham-hock motherfucker There he go! Hey pig. Yeah. member me' I know ya motherfucker Know where ya live Youre the cop that knocked in my patna Greg Wiggins ribs And it wasnt in the trib cause hes not a dealer or a pimp But now he walks with a permanent limp And pig, ya make my gut crimp Cause the whole family got knocked Walcy Hawkins and her sons up in double-rock And it dont stop, to the funky beat Til my people get together and kick you pigs off the street I grit my teeth why cant I be like Rodney with a camcorder Seem we need one everytime ya get a court order Or pull me over in order to check identification Im in the back of your car, with a bruise or laceration Your in the hood and its one more disaster We know your here to protect and serve the master Next time ya roll through, press the gas a little faster Ill turn your blue suit purple bastard Cause I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya motherfucker Footprints in my door On my back, on my head Threw my house once mo You called my mother a ho Threw my brother in a headlock You did this to about six houses on the block Say you tryin to stop the rock so it makes me perspire Hmmm... but you work for the supplier So I inquire, whats your roll in my elimination Aint got a choir so it sure aint one of salvation But if I sung you a song itd be a damnation Cause all they let me do is sing in this damn nation Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey, How many kids have you killed today Pig now I realize our relation Your occupation is to keep me in occupation How many brothers have you left in the cast How many graves have you made in the past Useless! Not my task to even ask But ya better cease before I put a cap in yo ass Cause I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) Now let me tell yall this little story (Story, man whatchu talkin bout') This little piggy once came to Oaktown (a little piggy') See, cause this little piggy had a gun (what' had a gun') This little piggys gun was smokin (You smokin man, whachu talkin bout) Cause this little piggy shot my son (yuah, huah,, yeah'!) This little piggy went wee wee all the way to hell Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass (shut yo ass down) I know ya motherfucker My faceprints in your knuckles Hit my head back to the rear and I could here my knees buckle When ya chuckle, as the blow blurred my vision You make a game tryin to tame me for colonialism The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison No chains or fences here so you can make me think Ive risen Im given rations on the first and fifteenth just so I wont be out organizing in the street And so Im beatin in the court with charges trump, see My eye is swollen and my nose looks like Humptys But Im not laughin cause Ill take a bath on this one The judge is lookin at me like he wants to have me hung I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass Like OPD was using me for beat the nigga class Step one: put the handcuffs on Step two: say somthin like, "Nigger youre gonna learn" Step three: throw him down on the ground Step four: kick him of course But theres an error in your reign of terror and your end is near We aint non-violent no more so get your riot gear Stand in fear and guard your rear As we gather round and fuck you up so much theyll have to fuck you down Assumin the position that youll have to wear a bullet proof vest on your chest, I suggest ya change your address Cause I know ya We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) We know ya We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I Know You E, look man! look! Yeah, whats up man' Its that cop man. The one that sent my patna to the hospital. Hey pullover. Come on. [screech] Cool, lets get with this ham-hock motherfucker There he go! Hey pig. Yeah. member me' I know ya motherfucker Know where ya live Youre the cop that knocked in my patna Greg Wiggins ribs And it wasnt in the trib cause hes not a dealer or a pimp But now he walks with a permanent limp And pig, ya make my gut crimp Cause the whole family got knocked Walcy Hawkins and her sons up in double-rock And it dont stop, to the funky beat Til my people get together and kick you pigs off the street I grit my teeth why cant I be like Rodney with a camcorder Seem we need one everytime ya get a court order Or pull me over in order to check identification Im in the back of your car, with a bruise or laceration Your in the hood and its one more disaster We know your here to protect and serve the master Next time ya roll through, press the gas a little faster Ill turn your blue suit purple bastard Cause I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya motherfucker Footprints in my door On my back, on my head Threw my house once mo You called my mother a ho Threw my brother in a headlock You did this to about six houses on the block Say you tryin to stop the rock so it makes me perspire Hmmm... but you work for the supplier So I inquire, whats your roll in my elimination Aint got a choir so it sure aint one of salvation But if I sung you a song itd be a damnation Cause all they let me do is sing in this damn nation Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey, How many kids have you killed today Pig now I realize our relation Your occupation is to keep me in occupation How many brothers have you left in the cast How many graves have you made in the past Useless! Not my task to even ask But ya better cease before I put a cap in yo ass Cause I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) I know ya I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) Now let me tell yall this little story (Story, man whatchu talkin bout') This little piggy once came to Oaktown (a little piggy') See, cause this little piggy had a gun (what' had a gun') This little piggys gun was smokin (You smokin man, whachu talkin bout) Cause this little piggy shot my son (yuah, huah,, yeah'!) This little piggy went wee wee all the way to hell Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass (shut yo ass down) I know ya motherfucker My faceprints in your knuckles Hit my head back to the rear and I could here my knees buckle When ya chuckle, as the blow blurred my vision You make a game tryin to tame me for colonialism The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison No chains or fences here so you can make me think Ive risen Im given rations on the first and fifteenth just so I wont be out organizing in the street And so Im beatin in the court with charges trump, see My eye is swollen and my nose looks like Humptys But Im not laughin cause Ill take a bath on this one The judge is lookin at me like he wants to have me hung I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass Like OPD was using me for beat the nigga class Step one: put the handcuffs on Step two: say somthin like, "Nigger youre gonna learn" Step three: throw him down on the ground Step four: kick him of course But theres an error in your reign of terror and your end is near We aint non-violent no more so get your riot gear Stand in fear and guard your rear As we gather round and fuck you up so much theyll have to fuck you down Assumin the position that youll have to wear a bullet proof vest on your chest, I suggest ya change your address Cause I know ya We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) We know ya We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn) We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn Im assumin the position) [ I Know You Lyrics ]
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