FUCK EL POLICE (remix) (feat. Cypress Hill)

Fuck the police of the country, it's coming
Coming over here, wants weed, wants money
Don't touch me or the crew, the homies
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'

Runnin' through the alley from a cop car
Spotlights shining on me like a rockstar
Homies like flies on shit, got a full clip
About to pop it off as I flip another script
Stay away from me, I'm an outlaw
'Bout to cut your ass into pieces with a chainsaw
See the stain, feel the pain, let your brain thaw
I'm the cocaine in your brain, feel insane, yeah
My heart's pumping
I gotta keep running and I gotta just hop!
Motherfucker say: Hop!
I'm never stopping and my pistol keep popping
And I gotta just hop, hop, go

Fuck the police of the country, it's coming
Coming over here, wants weed, wants money (come on)
Don't touch me or the crew, the homies
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (let's go)

Get out of the car, get out of the car please
Oh my God, friend, this wide mustache again
(National Police, hands where I can see them)
Always bothering, damn it, can't be, idiot

Sir, here are my papers
Get in and search me if you want
If you check the backpack, you'll find seven Gardele'
Even if you use a baton, a uniform, and a 9
It's impossible to disguise that the thieves are you (pu-pu-pu)
Everything but the police, my dad taught me as a kid
That's why I wage war against all the Federico's
And for the dinosaurs who support the military
This time I collect for the thirty thousand and something
Lacoste, Viola, Aramburu, and Galtieri are murderers
I shout: Never again! For all the Argentine people
And if it's not clear to you, I'll tell you with B-Real
Fuck the police, I shit on the police

Fuck the police of the country, it's coming
Coming over here, wants weed, wants money
Don't touch me or the crew, the homies
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'

Fuck the police of the country, it's coming
Coming over here, wants weed, wants money
Don't touch me or the crew, the homies
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin