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lirik lagu dustero - sa prize (tha one yall love to hate 2)

[verse one: dustero]

once again its on m~th~f~ckas
it’s tha dst, ‘tha one yall love to hate’
you said you gonna crash out, but you ain’t throwin hands lil b~tch
yeah i f~cked ya b~tch, is that why ya so p~ssed lil homie?
you got a strap, and i got a strap
s to the m~th~f~ckin ks
put ‘f~ck tha police’ on, with a lil more speed
to me, i don’t give a f~ck if this rhymes or not
ya just gotta make sure ya spitting good rhymes or you gonna do the time
and when it comes to straps, it dont matter if he smaller or bigger
cuz now ya gettin f~cked without vaseline
just need a little of green and some gasoline
the definition is dennis the menace, i put a bullet in his temple

[chorus: ice cube]

f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha policе! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police!
f~ck tha police!

[verse two: dustero]
yeah i may fumblе but i ain’t never losin’
when ya in the city, make sure ya always tuned in
cuz ya never know, a crazy m~th~f~cka may try to run up on ya with a m~th~f~ckin needle
in my city it ain’t no joke when i say, the city full of druggies and crackheads
with a right and left, right left ya toothless
and then ya say godd~mn tha dst ruthless
ya better duck away and run away cuz ima bout to f~ck up the program
the next thing ya know ya see a villian shooting out of a drop~top brougham
put the suckas overseas they be beggin’ to come back
tired of the m~th~f~ckin police, sweatin the homies when we just chillin’
there ain’t no stoppin’ me when i put my fist in
ayy yo i got a lil sumthin to say

[chorus: ice cube]

f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police!
f~ck tha police!

[verse three: dustero]

i bet ya wasn’t expectin’ a sequel, to the m~th~f~ckin jam
ya better watch yourself, cuz at any moment ya could turn into ham
ya m~th~f~ckas callin’ me randy cuz the big r on my shirt
f~ckin malachai g and his brotha named brodie
but i got a riff for yall, used to be my homie now ya act like ya dont know me
may have to give mister (dopeman! dopeman!) a call
a call to get rid of yall suckas
mason p said ‘ya ain’t got the b~lls’ well i heard ya love givin’ up the draws
ya like to run away and f~ckin hideout
at least i ain’t scared of f~ckin a hoe without the love glove
but guess what? i’m a man and ain’t n0body humpin me
ya can tell all day, but ya don’t come close
yeah ya done run 100 miles, but ya still got a lot to go
i couldn’t imagine being 5 foot tall, and to ya im like the eiffel tower
ayy yo i got a lil sumthin to say
[chorus: ice cube]

f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police! (f~ck, f~ck, f~ck!)
f~ck tha police!
f~ck tha police!

[verse four: dustero]

f~ck y’all m~th~f~ckin mark ass slobs
malachai g, brodie and f~ckin mason p
i bet ya be yellin ‘f~ck ya randy!’
well guess what? m~th~f~ck yall
i ain’t f~ckin scared of dissin yall bozos
cuz yall m~th~f~ckas wanna sweep me up under the rug
and ya dont like how im livin’, well f~ck you!
dst, the b~tch k!lla, the sucka k!lla
and now again, who do ya love to hate?
cuz i talk sh~t and spit some facts
cuz i dont cap, ya beggin’ i fall off
at this point might as well cut ya b~lls off
and it ain’t about how wrong ya live or how right ya live but how long ya live
i don’t give a f~ck about dissin’ these fools cuz they all scared of fightin tha dst
and dont give me a m~th~f~ckin speech bout role model
yeah come on punk, run up punk cuz its the g y’all love to hate
ima tell elie to pass on the bottle
what yall m~th~f~ckas need to do is start loccin’ up
and thats from the one yall love to hate

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