Pigs

Lyrics

Boulevard, at Renny's Balloon Shop in the building next to the location
 Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows, male Hispanic
 And a possible male black
 They have their vehicle parked outside
 This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
 Well, this pig worked at the station
 This pig he killed my Homeboy
 So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation
 This pig he is the chief
 Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
 He's got a son that's a pig too
 He's collectin' payoffs from a dark alley
 This pig is known as a Narco
 If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be
 This pig, he's a fuckin' fag
 So all his homepigs they call him a pussy
 Well this pig he's really cool
 So in this class we know he rides all alone
 Well, this pig's standin' eatin' donuts
 While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home
 This pig, he's a big punk
 And I know that he can't stand the sight of me
 'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart
 And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society
 This pig works for the mafia
 Makin' some money off crack
 But this little pig got caught
 So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back
 'Cause once he gets to the Pen
 They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest
 To protect him from some mad nigga
 Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest
 An' it's all about breakin' off sausage
 Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine?
 Niggas wanna do him in the ass
 Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line
 That fuckin' pig
 Look what he got himself into
 Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk
 Anybody like pork-chops?
 How 'bout a ham sandwich?
 How 'bout a ham sandwich?
 

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Duration
02:46
Key
6
Tempo
170 BPM

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