Lyrical Breakdown of FUCK EL POLICE (REMIX) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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The shit, bro Comuna 4, pai Fuck el police del país, it's coming Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie' Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (ploh-ploh) Fuck the police del país, it's coming Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money (¡dale!) A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie' Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (¡vamo'!) Runnin' through the alley from a cop car Spotlights shining on me like a rockstar Homie like flies on shit, got a full clip About to pop it off as I flip another script (come on) Stay away from me, I'm an outlaw 'Bout to cut yo ass into pieces with a chainsaw (dale) See the stain, feel the pain, let your brain thaw I'm the cocaine in your brain, feel insane, yo (runnin') My heart's pumping I gotta keep running and I gotta just hop Motherfucker, say "hop" I'm never stopping, and my pistol keep popping And I gotta just (pa-pa) go Fuck el police del país, it's coming Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie' Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' Bájese del auto, get out of the car, please Uy, Dios mío, amigo, este bigote ancho de vuelta (Policía Nacional) (Las manos donde las vea) siempre molestando, guacho, no puede ser, boludo Señor, acá tengo los papele' Suban y requísenme si quieren (uh-uh) Si revisa la mochila, va a encontrar siete Gardele' (ja) Aunque use cachiporra, un uniforme y una .9 Es imposible disfrazar que los ladrones son ustedes (pu-pu-pu) Todo menos policía, me enseñó papá de chico Por eso le hago la guerra a todo' lo' Federico' Y pa los dinosaurio' que avalan a los milicos Esta vuelta me la cobro por los treinta mil y pico Lacoste, Viola, Aramburu y Galtieri son asesino' (oh) Yo grito: "¡nunca más!" por todo el pueblo argentino Y si no te quedó claro, te lo digo con BeReal Fuck el police, me cago en la policía Fuck el police del país, it's coming Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie' Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' Fuck el police del país, it's coming Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a los homie' Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'