4, 3, 2, 1!
We were the cops 1994 my negro partner and I have just joined the force. Beer guts, blue uniform is the fashion, seven-eleven is our passion.
For the gangs of racial brothers we'll treat you the same as any other. Wearing nightsticks, handcuffs and a badge up against the wall you dirty scumbags! Philly beat cop with a "Yes sir!" shout, a Glock and glazed donuts is what it's about. Search warrant paddy wagon, a stab in the back, I used to be in the movement, but now I turn back.
Hey a******! You have the right to remain silent!
We never use our guns and that makes us sore so we break up parties and kick down doors. We take all your drugs all your pot and your beer, then we party it up, try' to forget our fears. They train us wrong they make us cowards, liberal legislation give our enemies power. Philadelphia cop with a badass strut. Walking the beat acting tuff
Yeah! We're f****** cops!
We were the cops 1994 my negro partner and I have just joined the force. beer guts, blue uniform is the fashion, seven-eleven is our passion.
Against the criminals we have no voice, obey the system, we have no choice. If they screw with our contracts will get the blues ,send a message from the boys in blue. toe the line join the FOP isn't it great to live in Philly? When I'm finished with my dream and I'm done with my c*** i'll join the movement again yeah, I'll be back.
Oh or so I thought!
To those still in the thick of things with the movement way of life from us the sold out ones who answer to our wives. We want to get away from you and hide our yellow faces, we don't mean much of what we say, cowardly and complacent. We're working for the swine and quite happy to provide. No time for race or nation for our fate has just died know the truth but look away one day we're gonna burn oi like Walter Wess you'll get your turn.
We were the cops 1994 my negro partner and I have just joined the force. Beer guts, blue uniform is the fashion, seven-eleven is our passion.
For the gangs of racial brothers we'll treat you the same as any other. Wearing nightsticks, handcuffs and a badge up against the wall you dirty scumbags! Philly beat cop with a "Yes sir!" shout, a Glock and glazed donuts is what it's about. Search warrant paddy wagon, a stab in the back, I used to be in the movement, but now I turn back.
Hey a******! You have the right to remain silent!
We never use our guns and that makes us sore so we break up parties and kick down doors. We take all your drugs all your pot and your beer, then we party it up, try' to forget our fears. They train us wrong they make us cowards, liberal legislation give our enemies power. Philadelphia cop with a badass strut. Walking the beat acting tuff
Yeah! We're f****** cops!
We were the cops 1994 my negro partner and I have just joined the force. beer guts, blue uniform is the fashion, seven-eleven is our passion.
Against the criminals we have no voice, obey the system, we have no choice. If they screw with our contracts will get the blues ,send a message from the boys in blue. toe the line join the FOP isn't it great to live in Philly? When I'm finished with my dream and I'm done with my c*** i'll join the movement again yeah, I'll be back.
Oh or so I thought!
To those still in the thick of things with the movement way of life from us the sold out ones who answer to our wives. We want to get away from you and hide our yellow faces, we don't mean much of what we say, cowardly and complacent. We're working for the swine and quite happy to provide. No time for race or nation for our fate has just died know the truth but look away one day we're gonna burn oi like Walter Wess you'll get your turn.