Lyrics:
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
And you may have the power
To enter and save a life
And remove abandoned vehicles
Resolving trouble and strife
Community officer pcso
Deterring juvenile
down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)
Let's get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay
ACTION (spoken)
To them we ain't even human. We're cruddy juvenile delinquents.
So that's what we give 'em
SNOWBOY (imitating Krupke)
Hey, you!
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
all are drunks.
Golly Moses, naturally we're punk!
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset;
We never had the love that ev'ry boy oughta get.
We ain't no
you
Who? Me Officer Krupke?
Yeah you
Gimme one good reason for not dragging you down to the station house
Ya punk
Dear kindly Sergeant
you
Who? Me Officer Krupke?
Yeah you
Gimme one good reason for not dragging you down to the station house
Ya punk
Dear kindly Sergeant
fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!
ACTION and QUARTET
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset;
We never had the love that every
the bombest honest hardly novice with y'all daughters
I'm hot as august and dodge an officer's charges and harvest the knowledge
I'm dollars and cents with
'til he got out of juvie (juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game, now I play it unruly (uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine, tryna make it jump Judy
of wet Magic Shave (What's that funky smell?)
Some fool in a red mask totin' a one-eyed bass
Pulled it out, stuck it up the police officer's face
thirty-five to life
When I ain't even done nothin wrong, officer
I have no info to offer you
He asked my name, so I came off the brain
Told him, "I'm John
a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was juvenile
I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin',
Chance Saloon
The health and safety officer just finished his inspection
And put in for a transfer to the kamikaze section
I told me not to worry, I was
if you got it, it's all gravy when ya trife
Chorus 2x
[Juvenile]
Them b*tches got a nigga trapped, they ain't givin' a sh*t
But they'll give it
officer who died so quick
Cos he dive so deep
After his rifle
That was some sad news
For my mother
He was her immediate younger brother
Though sometimes
a juvenile dem couldn't touch di ballcourt
Not even inna dem sleep dem coulda cuss a badword
And yuh really wah diss we
Brain residue float like frisby
War
That's adultery
Juvenile, robbin' Birdman for the poultry/
I'm bangin' like Mannie Fresh old beats on police
Fuck it then/
I pull up in a Coke-colored
hatin' if you got it, it's all gravy when ya trife
Chorus 2x
[Juvenile]
Them b*tches got a nigga trapped, they ain't givin' a shit
But they'll give it
officer that i man a guilty man
At once police get rude and use force everyday
Tears on juvenile eyes when i see that just can’t stand
It happens cause
dice - I did the dead-man's dance
I did the dead-man's dance
Ever since nine I was juvenile
Stealing from pa - did petty crime
Officer said for me no
Maybe that's why the one-time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
When I ain't even done nothin wrong, off-icer
I have no in-fo
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