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"That shit's gooood..." |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Living above the law! |
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Po' little lice, the po' little screws, the whitest gang crew, the hated boys in blue. |
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Like scabei on the street, they infest the beat, fucking my life but |
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I won't admit defeat to them! |
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Above the law, above the law come now, |
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No copper will be safe till they are dead and done now. |
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Let's lay em down low, let's hang em up high, |
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Let's take all of these piggies, and have them crucified! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Living above the law! |
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Hardcore, rugged and raw, in the streets of |
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New York, we live above the fucking law. |
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It don't matter the color of your skin, as long as you not scandolous, commit no sin to me, or my tribe. |
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Would not be wise. |
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Time to smell the ganja, open up your fucking eyes. |
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Step back, keep the attitude in check. |
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Here's the |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, much respect! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Living above the law! |
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Don't ya know that satan is the man? |
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So listen very close because we got a little plan: |
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We're gonna have to execute some rich important people, gonna burn down all the churches and topple all the steeples. |
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See a frown? turn that cross upside down. |
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Grab a gun or baseball bat, let's go to fuckin town! |
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Let's kill the police, |
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I'll be saying little more, |
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But when the cops come to your door, don't forget the choice is yours! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Living above the law! |
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Riot sound, police come round, |
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With the bass and drum we knock 'em down, |
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Chop 'em up with the riffs an' in the stew, |
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Drinkin' pot liquor made of boys in blue, (Drink it up!) |
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Someone way up livin' in those high-rise castles |
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Wishing with the hope that |
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I lick their assholes with the beat we burn down those big brass doors, |
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Here we go... |
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Rock steady! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Living above the law! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Now stop! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Now stop! |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? |
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Let's go kill us a cop. |
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Crack Rock |
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Steady, are you ready? |
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Now stop! |
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Stop...Stop... 1, 2, 3.... |
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CRACK ROCK |
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STEADY! |
