Mr. Police, how are you?

Just like your clothes, you make me blue

I looked both ways, I crossed the street

There was no one around, how did you see me?

I'll take the ticket, Mr. Police

Mr. Police, how do you do?

You say I sped right past you

I obeyed the signs, I thought I was fine

Hope I don't go to jail, said I read your mind

But this time it's just a fine

And I'm like, what the fuck you mean?

Got a nigga fucked up, ain't no way that I believe

I be shit outta luck, all these pigs wanna test me

Tryna put me in a cuffs, I'm on my boozy shit

On my boozy shit, bitch

Fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, middle finger police

Say fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, middle finger police

Mr. Police, how are you?

I know my rights, I'm no fool

You question me, I don't know shit

My lawyer told me to close my lips

I guess I'm going on a trip

Mr. Police, I know where you live

You got a wife and four kids

Couple mistresses and a guy on the side

I tell them all cause I'm goddamn tight

I'll be going on a ride

And I'm like, what the fuck you mean?

Got a nigga fucked up, ain't no way that I believe

I be shit outta luck, all these pigs wanna test me

Tryna put me in a cuffs, I'm on my boozy shit

On my boozy shit, bitch

Fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, middle finger police

Say fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, bitch

Fuck the police, middle finger police

Mr. Police, how are you?