When the police come up,
thinkin' their on the strip,
like they're gonna do the cuff up,
when we see the car,
we throw our bar,
in the ditch,
and we know that nobody in our crew is gonna snitch,
because we ghetto rich
and that yagger bomb at 60$ to buy again is a bitch,
because Canada and Hornby is addicted to this gangsta shit,
all the locals know that when we come back to winter time its so legit,
Van Island boys come up well tell them to spilt
if you talk shit,
put to the ground,
so make your last sound,
because the police aint gonna come round,
your hell bound,
fuck the police,
got them on a short leash
till they go away and peace
Island Power is a Beast
(chorus)
it's Just another Police song,
never get along, because the grind is where we belong
its all by law, never a flaw,
we hit the gym you hit the mall,
you was build to hate we was build to ball,
so stay the fuck outta our beaches and streets,
your some dead beats,
we bringing the heat...
go ahead and suck on my meat!
I got a mouth fulla yagger,
so i cant talk,
but still posted like a stamp,
so get your ass off our island you little tramp,
Because we
still tippin,
still sippin,
and still grippin,
on the mic,
Driving all night with a tank fulla gas,
driver just did some shit that give him a rash
in the back
hope we dont crash,
but fuck the police comin up,
just past the big tree,
down in the back is where we gotta be,
barely saw him but he saw me,
thinkin i'm bout to flee,
until the pig right there is what I see,
got off easy, thank the lord because he lookin' over me,
(chorus)
It's Just another Police song,
never get along, because the grind is where we belong
its all by law, never a flaw,
we hit the gym you hit the mall,
you was build to hate we was build to ball,
so stay the fuck outta our beaches and streets,
your some dead beats,
we bringing the heat...
go ahead and suck on my meat!
THe Police put my whole family in the pen,
the system is fucked
build by failed men,
every member of my family has been in there so what then?
Dad goin in to the pen, dont know if he ever comin' out,
the people in there hate em, put em on a drought,
Did the wrong thing but the pen aint what life's about,
Since you gon in there so much i cant even count,
The loss moments and child hood dreams,
like life is a stream and its fulla blood,
and i hope the world over flows and we all die in the flood,
My death chance is about to increase,
because i blood in my veins is turning to grease,
and this is all because of the fuckin police!
thinkin' their on the strip,
like they're gonna do the cuff up,
when we see the car,
we throw our bar,
in the ditch,
and we know that nobody in our crew is gonna snitch,
because we ghetto rich
and that yagger bomb at 60$ to buy again is a bitch,
because Canada and Hornby is addicted to this gangsta shit,
all the locals know that when we come back to winter time its so legit,
Van Island boys come up well tell them to spilt
if you talk shit,
put to the ground,
so make your last sound,
because the police aint gonna come round,
your hell bound,
fuck the police,
got them on a short leash
till they go away and peace
Island Power is a Beast
(chorus)
it's Just another Police song,
never get along, because the grind is where we belong
its all by law, never a flaw,
we hit the gym you hit the mall,
you was build to hate we was build to ball,
so stay the fuck outta our beaches and streets,
your some dead beats,
we bringing the heat...
go ahead and suck on my meat!
I got a mouth fulla yagger,
so i cant talk,
but still posted like a stamp,
so get your ass off our island you little tramp,
Because we
still tippin,
still sippin,
and still grippin,
on the mic,
Driving all night with a tank fulla gas,
driver just did some shit that give him a rash
in the back
hope we dont crash,
but fuck the police comin up,
just past the big tree,
down in the back is where we gotta be,
barely saw him but he saw me,
thinkin i'm bout to flee,
until the pig right there is what I see,
got off easy, thank the lord because he lookin' over me,
(chorus)
It's Just another Police song,
never get along, because the grind is where we belong
its all by law, never a flaw,
we hit the gym you hit the mall,
you was build to hate we was build to ball,
so stay the fuck outta our beaches and streets,
your some dead beats,
we bringing the heat...
go ahead and suck on my meat!
THe Police put my whole family in the pen,
the system is fucked
build by failed men,
every member of my family has been in there so what then?
Dad goin in to the pen, dont know if he ever comin' out,
the people in there hate em, put em on a drought,
Did the wrong thing but the pen aint what life's about,
Since you gon in there so much i cant even count,
The loss moments and child hood dreams,
like life is a stream and its fulla blood,
and i hope the world over flows and we all die in the flood,
My death chance is about to increase,
because i blood in my veins is turning to grease,
and this is all because of the fuckin police!
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