What are we gonna do about the men in blue? What are we gonna do? Cops are fags and that's a fact They walk around in tight blue slacks Pat you down, they search your ass Cops are fags and that's a fact Mustache this and mustache that They're at the donut shop gettin fat Fuckin pigs they always harrass The power trip behind thier badge Twirlin battons big night sticks Is it cuz they have such little dicks Fags for sure those fuckin pricks I'm sick of it I'm sick of Pos bustin up my shows Sick of Pos stragglin the flows Sick of living my life in fear I'm sick of cops those fuckin queers What are we gonna do about the men in blue. What are we gonna do? They're lookin for a reason Anything at all To put his hands inside my pants And rub around my balls He knows that we dont like him He wants to lock us up Put us in his little cage Contain us with his cuffs Powder puff says he jock, ego maniac Pissed cuz i got bitches, weed, and money by the stacks And money buys you freedom at least thats what they say What gives them the fuckin right to carry me away Face down on the concrete hands behind my back Invade my home break my bong confiscate my sack Thats a little sample of how they fuckin act Power trippin macho queers with a fuckin badge Cuz i smoke marijuana and grow it by the pounds It's just a plant a lovely plant that sprouts up from the ground And who the fuck gives you the right to make that choice for me Interact the way i please its my right to be free So next time they harrass you and try to take your weed Call the pig a fuckin fag for me and Bobby B