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Mama I want to be a cop
To go all day
Shooting at people
And it's because I was born violent

As a kid everyone knew
With this guy, don't mess with him
Or he'll knock your teeth out
Or he'll knock your teeth out

The story of a kid
Always had a thousand problems
Because he liked to hurt
He liked to cut veins

He grew up
With more and more issues
And he thought about becoming a cop
What a shame!

The anti-riot in place
Hurting makes him happy, he's crazy!
Before going out to distribute
Inside the van, hitting the white

Increases the urge, the anger, the madness
Poorly repressed what happens
That everyone has missed classes but not about being a cop
Things are cool

Mama I want to be a cop
To steal from Hai and Maria
And not have to pay, because the economy
In the end couldn't resist it
And I was clear (very clear)
Undercover for ten days and it will serve me

I walk down the street smelling everything good
Let's see who shows up (let's see who shows up)
If you're a troublemaker, but not a smoker
I don't care (I don't care)
I stop the kids, it's the most normal thing
In the park in the afternoon (in the park in the afternoon)
But I can also stop you
If you're walking and look anxious (and look anxious)

If what you have is tempting
The fine won't come (no!)
But if it's really bad, watch out, buddy, watch out (of course!)
That's how we've always done it
And if I find white stuff, it's like winning the lottery

Mama I want to be a cop
Disarm bombs or maybe be a spy
I want to be like the voodoo incantation, like Superman
A great cop at night and day
Defending the city
Defending the city

I've watched all the series
I'm a trained detective
I analyze DNA like having a coffee
I interpret blood and signs
That someone else forgot
I shoot, I don't cut, young one, I'll shoot you if you're evil

So I entered the academy and it wasn't true
Not a single part was true
Now I give fines and hit people
I start to think
That I'm the criminal (that I'm the criminal)

Mama I want to be a cop
To be the king of the city
I want authority
Because as a kid I didn't have any
And it affected me
I want to avenge my suffering
Hitting you, buddy, hitting you

As a kid everyone ignored me
Not even mom paid attention
At school, they marginalized me
Always sent me to detention
I accumulated anger
Until I had a bucketful
I thought about how to consume it
Hitting your head with a baton

I hit people
And go through life seeking revenge
Mentally disturbed and very unsocial
That's what my profile shows (that's what my profile shows)
At the psychological test
The evaluator was on vacation (was on vacation)
Now maybe you understand why things are the way they are
Why things happen the way they do

Mama I want to be a cop
Because I want a clean Spain
I'm not satisfied with the girl (no!)
Because they steal our jobs
Social security
Immigration is very bad
In my white Spain
No blacks or yellows in Spain

My idol is Anglada
A colorful character
Catalan platform
A weighty political party
That first come the locals
And the rest come later
That the Moors with children attack
They want to invade the country

I know less history than a fish
And I didn't stand out in studies
At home, culture is scarce
Like a fountain that doesn't flow
Raised in an environment where
Hate towards others was encouraged

With this background, if things are cool
Why the hell are you surprised

If at any moment you think about being a cop
Know that there are many bridges in Barcelona
And the railings aren't very high
So you know
Down you go