Cops on Bikes Songtext
von Facing New York

Cops on bikes in them little shorts,
How you gonna bust me in them little shorts?
Cops on bikes in Berkeley town,
Givin′ out tickets, tryin' to hold me down.
Cops on bikes, when your testing was done,
They wouldn′t give you a car, so they handed you a gun, well right on!
Cops on bikes

Cops on bikes, well I got a bike too,
How you gonna bust me when I'm faster than you, man?
Cops on bikes, in those high socks,
Little school girls wear the same socks.
Cops on bikes and people in the trees,
Bullets don't feel rubber if you shoot ′em at me, yeah.


Ever since the womb I been stealin′, alright.

I ain't having none of it.
I ain′t no foresight 20/20, but I can smell bullshit, yeah.
I ain't having none of it.
I ain′t no foresight 20/20, but I can smell bullshit, yeah.

I came out of the womb straight stealin'
And guess what?
I got what I wanted.


Cops on bikes, you no-good chuckleheads
Combin′ through the neighborhood and comin' into my bed.
Cops on bikes, now you on the news
Tazing up students when they talk back to you.
I came out of the womb straight stealin'
And guess what?
I got what I wanted.