B.D.P. - Bo! Bo! Bo!
Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began to wonder
"Should I produce or should I tour this summer?"
Well just that second I heard "stay where you are!"
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk
He said, "ah boy you better watch where you run"
as he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said "Officer man I ain't do nothin"
He said "what's that word you niggers use, ya frontin?
Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street?"
At this time I had stood to my feet and said "Wait a minute"
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
with it so
On the ground was a bottle of Snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking
Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and
began to act up with that...
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black
Well I threw down the gun and began to run
I got back in no time and loaded the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade
It went boom like a supernova
Badges arms heads legs cops were all over
I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you
know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself Holy shit!
My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no
time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
ghetto pain
Black men are judged by their clothes
Black women are looked at as hoes
So I as one of these uppity n----s
Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black
Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore
Called the Tree of Life (Yo D it ain't there no more)
But when it was boy I was lucky
Cause in the basement is where they stuck me
When I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed a while and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day
there? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when
you're willing to sing a song...
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black
Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still!
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B.D.P.- Who protects us from you?
(Fy ah! Come down fas'...)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Every time you say "That's illegal"
Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh huh)
Your authority's never questioned
No one questions you
If I hit you I'll be killed
But you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!)
Lookin' through my history book
I've watched you as you grew
Killin' blacks and callin' it the law
(Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus too
There was a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)
Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor? Who?
It seems that when you walk the ghetto
You walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain)
You judge a man by the car he drives
Or if his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh)
Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes
A man was judged by a clue
Now he's judged by if he's Spanish,
Black, Italian or Jew
So do not kick my door down and tie me up
While my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!)
Cos you were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
(A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists of
Boogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again...)
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