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lirik lagu havoc & prodeje - disturb the peace

[intro]
~what’s up homie?
~yo, what’s wrong witchu man? look like you just had a scr~p or some sh~t, man
~spook got jacked
~man, one time this gaffled me up man, i’m tired of them f~ckers
~what they jacked you for this time, man?
~you know what man, we need to do sumthin’ bout this, man
~they do treat a n~gga like a peasant
~so let’s go disturb the peace
(here’s a little somethin’ bout a n~gga like me)

[verse 1]
rollin’ the streets of south central
the bumps on blast and the mold, it’s all mental
i got a strap but it’s mandatory
i might need gas and see i’m in the wrong territory
i’m not a banker, i’m a balla
but the system is deaf, sometimes thе color means power
nevеr saggin, cause all i need is the presidents
i hit a corner and see there was an accident
look at the damage, smile and think d~mn
if that was me, i woulda started to slam
anotha g, south central style, i think it’s adequate
the sucka stutter and then they’ll feel a deficit
love no one, trust no one
when they’ve acquired a badge and gun
me and my homies are all for one and one for all
it’s the graffiti on my backyard wall, rollin’ on
i see the sheriff, glimpse and hear the youth turn
i’m thinkin’ “d~mn, what they tryna earn?”
recognition for dissin a young black executive
put to the side and chill because i’m livin’
roads to the lost, so they do me
wrong, and yo, i’m strong, but they still pursue me
the big white lie is to protect and to serve
i got the urge to cgo disturb the peace
[interlude]
~yo officer, man, what seems to be the problem, man? i do somethin’ wrong?
~shut up, put your hands on the car
~wassup man, ay man
~spread your legs
~man, what you want me to spread my legs fo?
(here’s a little somethin’ bout a n~gga like me)

[verse 2]
out the car, i’m thinkin’ this is bullsh~t
with my license in hand, i tell em all it’s legit
they get to wreckin my car, throwin’ sh~t onto the sidewalk
and said “boy, don’t even bother to talk”
“you look suspicious, we thought we better check ya”
“here’s the keys to your car but don’t you ever let us catch ya”
“rollin’ the streets with the sounds up”
“because a cold jail cell is where you might wind up”
cold and frightened, shakin’ like somethin shocked ya
and by the way, what gang do you belong to?
i’m not a banger and i never was
but still you question me for what the other black man does
though i’m a gangsta, there is another way to play this
some get k!lled and some portray ruthless mobbin
but my position is the lyricist
i pull a gangsta when mobbin in the premises
you can’t touch this without a slight diss
cause what i have, i earned it all righteous
every brotha’s not a slanger or a banger
but the outcome is anger
steppin’ with the crews drove, because you practice the racism
but let me tell you, black is power
they get a grip off of another word
i got the urge to go disturb the peace
[interlude]
~yo, officer, why you harassin’ me, man? i think it’s a black thang
~that’s what all you dope dealers say
~if my crew wasn’t on lasers and vogues, you wouldn’t be f~ckin with me
~i’ll f~ck with whoever i wanna f~ck with
~i think you just f~ckin with me for the h~ll of it
~i’ll kick your nuts in for the h~ll of it. here’s your keys, get back in your car and stay off of my street
(here’s a little somethin’ bout a n~gga like me)

[verse 3]
they said, “boy, you expect superiority”
we see a black gang chillin, we brumrush the party
there’s nothin’ personal and none of this is prejudice
there’s not a relevant word within a digest spoken
you preach and teach that we’re inferior
and when you jack up a brotha, there’s an ulterior motive
you figure he the dope man, cause he’s rollin’ the coupe
and has the features of a brotha and
black is power and power’s not a number
power is the shower that makes the foes wonder
if they can organize thousands of teams
terrorize the whole nation in the form of a gang
what the h~ll will come of suckas tryna stand in the way
if they decided to unite, make the government pay
when we say “f~ck the police” they get upset and cry about it
but if they say “f~ck us” there’s not a word about it
it’s our democracy, so why should we be lenient?
the lyrication in the street is like a drama set
they kickin’ knowledge cause children need to understand
the m~th~f~ckas in the badges have the upper hand
but you should make yours
and if they take yours, you go to war
and knock them to the d~mn floor
you got the word, i figure you heard
and right about now, i think i’m gonna disturb the peace
[outro]
first f~cked up situation
me on the phone, punk ass police come f~ckin with me, gaffle me up, stepped on my m~th~f~ckin back because i look like another n~gga
situation number two, man
remember we was rollin’ with the m~th~f~ckin coupe, man
and m~th~f~ckas this was f~cked, talkin’ bout “man, long as y’all ain’t got no dope and guns, man, y’all cool, man” f~ck that, man
situation number three, luva g on this m~th~f~cka
aw, man, they sweat me all the m~th~f~ckin time. i’m tired of m~th~f~ckin sheriff, the m~th~f~ckin lapd. f~ck the m~th~f~ckin police, you know what i’m sayin’? i gat, and i splat, and i splatter they m~th~f~ckin ass. tell em what time it is, havoc
ayo, situation number four
yo p, man, you know we cruisin’ down the redondo beach, man, and the police gon pull us over, try to gaffle us up, man, you know what i’m sayin’? police ain’t sh~t, it was a black thang, m~th~f~ckin black thang
the bottom like is f~ck tha police!!
f~ck em!
f~ck f~ck f~ck f~ck f~ck the police

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