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アーティスト：Gym Class Heroes  アルバム：...For The Kids 

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Why do people fear what they don't know? Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low And my hats rocked to the left All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed It's time to dead that Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas got three quarters of your senses massed you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony The majority of these boys in blue are phony crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives they out for delph, only tryin to help them self They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!! Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions Park patrolling toy cop reproductions Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion I've taken all the stress I can peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands Framin cats just to meet a quota searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder to catch 'em slippin when they pull me over flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota Won't stop writin til this shit cease Until someone's there to police the police I'm sick of all this everyday harassment (Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic) Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low) And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer) A tumor on our ass (We want answers) For bad manners (And the use of police scanners) So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners) for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER! They got this little game that they play tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong Then they flash the badge in your face and you don't even know what's goin' on They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep (And tell the chief you reached for heat) Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it



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