Song Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)

Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figure a trigger happy n***** with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles (argh!)
High off coke, with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street of angeles
With a manuscript, and professional a** whipping
Task force, brass nuckles a master in a** kicking
If you ask for it I'll blast for it you back-flippin'
No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me
The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype n*****s
He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite n*****s
Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white n*****

Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)

I got the project sorta locked they trust my logic
''cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram blind ya optics
You cannot stop this mission this topic
''cause you can write tickets my n***** or get paid
Learn this game in the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you
How easy it would be to take the city
By storm with the whole force behind you
Shorty in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
'cause psychologically the guns why

Troy Donald Jamerson

The duration of Got You is 3:55 minutes and seconds.