Pork And Beef lyrics

Artist  : The Coup 
Song : Pork And Beef



 Send "Pork And Beef" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (featuring T-Kash)  



Coup, yeah

It's all good man, we off in the Oakland
Hills

Dodging em' one time, check it out



[Hook x2]

If you got beef with C-O-P's

Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's

Cause they be harassing you and me

Ya gotta understand we still not free



[T-Kash]

Don't trust the police, no justice no peace

They got me face down, in the middle of the
street

Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits
sizzling

Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder
beef

I'm a young, black, heterosexual male

Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sale

That's the real reason that they want me up in
jail

They want me to fail, I resist and rebel

See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's

P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a
P-I-T

Cause they wanna see me D-I-E

Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G.

Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous
vocalist

Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for
Oakland

Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we
holding

Some just don't notice they get demoted

Throw em' all the time music



[Hook x2]



[* Pam the Funkstress scratching *]



[Boots]

This is for them ladies with them empty
plates

For that raise ripped that you didn't
calculate

If you ever in your life been awarded to
state

On the corner with cake

If they send an undercover and you tip the bag,
huh

Next time I see em' with no hesitation

I'm peeling off like stolen registration

And leave a lot of smoke

See I'm that sort of folk

That been pig hunting since my mama's fucking
water broke

Cause they the henchmen nah they the lenchmen

Between the rich and puffs of weed known to
trench them

Cause they dispense with the dollars and
cents

So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and
incense

Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill
rates

A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates

Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout

Police station where the slave catchers lurk
out

Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under
routes

We'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder
bout

The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty

We need control of the cash and the realty

And get rid of all the motherfucking
parasites

More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit

Shaking in they boots when we start to bust

They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of
us



[Hook x2]