Dr. Dre - Mr. Officer
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{RBX + Dr. Dre}
Aiyo Dre
Yo, what's up?
Yo man, if that Rodney King shit would’ve jumped off with me man, that shit would've been a total different episode
{Skit: Sample}
Well, I might not be able to let you off so easy there Jimbo. See, you were doing 65 in a 35, and you ran a red light. That's reckless driving as far as I’m concerned! Who else you got in there with you Jimbo, huh? What the hell is going on in here? Alright, everybody out of the vehicle right now!
(Don't do it! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! God, don't shoot! Please don't shoot!)
You're a cop. I know you man. I know what you're thinking. You’re thinking, "We got us another crazy nigga here with a gun," well let me tell you something: Human life means very little to me at this point in time. You see, I thrive on misery. In the jungle, misery’s all you got, but, things are different back here in the world, or so they seem. Nobody wants to talk about pain and suffering. Everybody wants everything to be nice and civil. Well, okay then. Let's be nice. Let’s be civil. And let's drop those guns before I pull this trigger and change the way you feel about me!
{Intro: RBX}
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Fool
Don't you know before you bring home the bacon
You gotta kill the motherfucking pig first
{Hook: RBX (x4)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Verse 1: Prince Ital Joe}
(?...) is dead, me say (?...) is dead
Them ass is dead
Them ass is dead, dead, dead
(?...) is dead, me say (?...) is dead
Them ass is dead
Them ass is dead, dead, dead
Them beat up Rodney King, them no have no mercy
Wicked officer, them no love humanity
The Crips on the block, them a come to get (?...)
(?...) buried under
(?...) is dead, (?...) my people get bread
L.A. riot (?...) spread
Soon (?...) California get scared
Them ass is dead
Dead, dead, dead
{Interlude: Reporter}
"Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting. Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there’s been looting downtown. But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street."
{Refrain: RBX + Sample}
How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
{Sample}
(?...)
{Verse 2: Dr. Dre}
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-kill-a-cop perspective
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
So fuck Daryl Gates and the whole police staff
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off something lovely
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And the police better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I gives a fuck about a motherfucking cop
{Interlude: Reporter + Reporter 2}
"Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, ah, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers."
"And swinging at them as well, as a result a young woman there, you see took a swing at at an officer with some object in her hand."
{Refrain: RBX + Sample}
How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
{Hook: RBX (x2)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Verse 3: RBX}
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop, pop, pop, another cop just dropped
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he call for back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
{Interlude: Reporter}
"This is now covering a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited. I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way."
{Hook: RBX (x4)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Outro: Prince Ital Joe}
Gunshot, them go bust
Them go bust, bust, bust
Jamaican posse, ya gon bust gunshot
Death Row posse, ya gon bust gunshot
We no like police
We no like police
No like police
We no like police
Jamaican posse, we no like police, and
Death Row posse, they no like police, come follow me
No like police
We no like police
Don't like police, and police don't like me
{RBX + Dr. Dre}
Aiyo Dre
Yo, what's up?
Yo man, if that Rodney King shit would’ve jumped off with me man, that shit would've been a total different episode
{Skit: Sample}
Well, I might not be able to let you off so easy there Jimbo. See, you were doing 65 in a 35, and you ran a red light. That's reckless driving as far as I’m concerned! Who else you got in there with you Jimbo, huh? What the hell is going on in here? Alright, everybody out of the vehicle right now!
(Don't do it! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! God, don't shoot! Please don't shoot!)
You're a cop. I know you man. I know what you're thinking. You’re thinking, "We got us another crazy nigga here with a gun," well let me tell you something: Human life means very little to me at this point in time. You see, I thrive on misery. In the jungle, misery’s all you got, but, things are different back here in the world, or so they seem. Nobody wants to talk about pain and suffering. Everybody wants everything to be nice and civil. Well, okay then. Let's be nice. Let’s be civil. And let's drop those guns before I pull this trigger and change the way you feel about me!
{Intro: RBX}
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Fool
Don't you know before you bring home the bacon
You gotta kill the motherfucking pig first
{Hook: RBX (x4)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Verse 1: Prince Ital Joe}
(?...) is dead, me say (?...) is dead
Them ass is dead
Them ass is dead, dead, dead
(?...) is dead, me say (?...) is dead
Them ass is dead
Them ass is dead, dead, dead
Them beat up Rodney King, them no have no mercy
Wicked officer, them no love humanity
The Crips on the block, them a come to get (?...)
(?...) buried under
(?...) is dead, (?...) my people get bread
L.A. riot (?...) spread
Soon (?...) California get scared
Them ass is dead
Dead, dead, dead
{Interlude: Reporter}
"Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting. Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there’s been looting downtown. But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street."
{Refrain: RBX + Sample}
How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
{Sample}
(?...)
{Verse 2: Dr. Dre}
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-kill-a-cop perspective
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
So fuck Daryl Gates and the whole police staff
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off something lovely
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And the police better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I gives a fuck about a motherfucking cop
{Interlude: Reporter + Reporter 2}
"Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, ah, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers."
"And swinging at them as well, as a result a young woman there, you see took a swing at at an officer with some object in her hand."
{Refrain: RBX + Sample}
How many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
I said how many niggas like police?
We don't love 'em!
We don't like 'em!
{Hook: RBX (x2)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Verse 3: RBX}
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop, pop, pop, another cop just dropped
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he call for back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
{Interlude: Reporter}
"This is now covering a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited. I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way."
{Hook: RBX (x4)}
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I wanna see you laying in a coffin sir
{Outro: Prince Ital Joe}
Gunshot, them go bust
Them go bust, bust, bust
Jamaican posse, ya gon bust gunshot
Death Row posse, ya gon bust gunshot
We no like police
We no like police
No like police
We no like police
Jamaican posse, we no like police, and
Death Row posse, they no like police, come follow me
No like police
We no like police
Don't like police, and police don't like me
