B-Eazy — Fuck Da Lawz lyrics

Lyrics

Welcome, bitch!
Fuck the ho’lice!
To anybody who has ever felt the same
Turn this shit up! Barge House
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws/
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all/
Fuck the feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s/
Fa sho, you know how we roll/
As for remorse, we feel no
I hid it out in a white whip with no chrome/
Didn’t know that was the day that the feds was on/
Nigga, 6 in the trunk boy and yep I’m anxious!/
Moving down I-20 to I-49 and thankin'/
Whoadie! How B gone cross this line?/
Yeah, there go the police, but I’ll shake 'em one mo' time!/
They all fake & phony and don’t want you on your grind/
Bitches pulled me over for no taillight on a '05/
Now that’s wild, so fuck The DEA/
Fuck my PO/ Fuck the boys in blue with they ways/
Cuz I’ll spray a 100 round clip/
Right at the judge & take the bailiff for a gift/
No shit, I hustle regardless!/
And we can play this cat & mouse game till your starving/
I get it, I got it/ That’s true/
So fuck the P.I.G.'s and the boys in the blue, yeah!/
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws/
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all/
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s/
Fa sho, you know how we roll/
As for remorse, we feel no/
I’m on some mo' shit!/
Fuck the rules & regulations, I got a four-fifth/
That’ll leave your ass aching/
I’ll bust whole clip, at the problems I be facing/
Then I’ll smoke on a spliff, don’t even care about investigation
I’m from the Dirty, Dirty! So my hood really nasty/
Hustle on the grind with the D, to get the cabbage/
See I’m a savage & the laws know that!/
Cuz a nigga been catching these cases since way back!/
Now I’m laid back on the cut, on top of my game/
And I’m still gone shine, I’m a do my thang!/
Fuck you bitch ass niggas tryin to hate the game/
Called the police, hoping you can stop my change/
But I’m a paper go-getter, so at my arraignment/
When my bond get set, one of my bitches gone bring it/
They think we brainless, but I’m smart/
And I’m building my status/
So the popo’s, they car, they gun & they badges!
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws/
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all/
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s/
Fa sho, you know how we roll/
As for remorse, we feel no
That nigga Face had a niche that the fed’s were watching him/
Knew about his new cell phone & the places he well-roamed/
Knew snitches would tell homes, then he would tell the DEA/
Shit, I fell the same way/ I watch my back everyday/
I feel the laws know my plates by heart/
Could trace my car, park 3 blocks ahead of me/
Then wait in the dark/ Anticipating the mark/
Of a young black male/ Grab his gun quick/
Lights on & write up dumb shit/
Ain’t that some shit?/
To get pulled over 20 times in one whip?/
By now I’m used to it, look here’s my list:/
Driving too fast, driving too slow/
Broken taillight, illegal lane change/
Want some more?/
My red light had to go, public disturbance/
No seatbelt, when I had one one on/
And that shit got me pissed!/
And not to mention, that bitch didn’t even write me for that/
He gave me no insurance, when I had that shit in my lap/
Bitch!
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws/
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all/
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s/
Fa sho, you know how we roll/
As for remorse, we feel no
Fuck the ho’lice, bitch!