Pig Latin - Gym Class Heroes

Why do people fear what they don't knowand my hats rocked to the left all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
It's time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like
Arabian cats terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County
Jail full of noxious gasgot three quarters of your senses massed you're left with only the sense of
Touch like
Tony.they out for delph only tryin to help them self.
The majority of these boys in blue are phony crooked like
Saint Ides instead of tryin to save lives
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt we all know that's bulls**t the fact is
I look suspicious
That's IT
Type of kid to expose corruption like crop circles and alien abductions.
Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if
I was rushin with no discussion try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion.
I've taken all the stress
I can peace
America I'm movin off to foreign landswhere cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats just to meet a quota searchin' everyone with baggy pants and
Moterola's.
That's why
I'm wild with a camcorderto catch 'em slippin when they pull me over flip 'em the bird then
I'm ghost in my
Toyota.Won't stop writin til this s**t cease.
Until someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
Sick of havin visions of black caskets
Just because we rock our pants low
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his a*s kicked sick of being followed s**t is drastic
And our hats backwards
These cops is like cancer
A tumor on our a*s
We want answers
For bad manners
And the use of police scanners
So we jottin down their numbers
In our pocket planners
For the day we meet up
With Jim Shapiro
THE HAMMER
They got this little game that they play tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.
Then they flash the badge in your face and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons orno clue as to what it is you've done.
And tell the chief you reached for heat
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
You go for your registration and then they put your a*s to sleepthe funny thing is this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your
Regaland say you shot first delete you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these cops is see through that's why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth about what police do son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm glad the truth scares you hit me mr.officer
I dare you check the rearview you'll see the camcorder extended lens too.
You better call for back-up chew the rest of that crack up
Yeah you shook now and if you swing on me
I'm about to fight back.cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed.
The man ain't nothin but the klan but not in white they rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals they ride in
Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you it all makes sense they killed the president sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance ignorant heads won't try to hear me
If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do cause the truth will make the masses bug out like
Tim Leary.instead of constant harassment and curfew's
COME ON
.
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause totin' around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up so get up stand up like
Bob told youand learn some
Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his a*s kicked sick of being called a black bastard
Sick of havin visions of black caskets
Just because we rock our pants low
And our hats backwards
These cops is like cancer
A tumor on our a*s
We want answers
So we jottin' down their numbers
In our pocket planners
For the day we meet up
With Jim Shapiro
THE HAMMERfor bad manners
And the use of police scanners
Sick of havin visions of black caskets
Just because we rock our pants low
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his a*s kicked sick of being followed s**t is drastic
And our hats backwards
These cops is like cancer
A tumor on our a*s
We want answers
For the day we meet up
With Jim Shapiro
THE HAMMER
For bad manners
And the use of police scanners
So we jottin down their numbers
In our pocket planners