Clean lyrics to the song: Introduction Right about now the court is in full effect. The Judge is presiding on the case of the N.W.A vs The Police Department. The Prosecuting attorneys are (whoever is in the group) Order (x3). Take the stand. Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth to stay outta trouble? You're damn right! Well, won’t you tell everybody in the jurisdiction what you gotta say? Verse 1 "…. tha police" Comin’ straight from the underground. A young brotha got it bad, 'cause I’m brown. And not the other color, crooked cops think they have the authority to slay a minority. Forget that stuff, cause I ain’t the one for a punk crooked sucker with a badge and a gun to be beatin’ on and gettin’ harassed, we can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. They're messin' with me, ‘cause I’m a teenager. With A little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin’ my car, lookin’ for the product, Thinkin’ every brotha is sellin’ narcotics. You’d rather see me in the pen, than me and my best friend rollin' in a Benz-o. Report a bad cop outta shape and when I’m finished, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the incident, still gettin’ swollen off bread and water. I don’t know if they’re violent or what. Search somebody down and grabbin’ their hats and on the other hand without a gun they can’t get none, but don’t let it be a black or a white one for they’ll wrestle you down to the street. Black police showin’ out for the white cop. This rapper will swarm on any crooked sucker in a blue uniform. Just ‘cause I'm from the CPT, bad cops are afraid of me. A young brotha on the warpath and when I’m finished, it’s going to be a full cell of bad cops rottin’ in jail. DJ, I got somethin’ to say. Chorus …. Tha Police (x4) Skit 1 Pull your damn car over right now. Aww, damn! Now what the hell you pullin' me over for? For I feel like it, Just sit on the curb and shut the hell up. Man, I'm sick of this stuff! Alright, smart boy, You’re going to jail for a long time. Will you please give your testimony To the jurisdiciton about this messed up incident? Verse 2 …. tha police and I said it with authority Because the brothas on the street is a majority A group, is with whoever I'm steppin' And the damn truth is kept in A stash spot, for the so-called law They’re wishin’ I was a brotha that they never saw Lights start flashin' behind me But they're scared of a brotha so they mace me to blind me But that stuff don't work, I just laugh Because it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path For police, I'm sayin', "Stop bullyin' me!" Readin' my rights and stuff, it's all junk Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-ol’ badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up, and the FBI will take it, and I'ma get you fired Make you think I’m gon’ mess up your life, but drop your gat, the FBI gon’ take it. I’m ready as hell when it comes to justice. I’m gon’ report ‘em now and not next time. Report any crooked sucker that threatens me or any harasser that harasses me. I’m gon’ report them for one hell of somethin'. Takin’ down a bad cop or two, they can’t mess with me. Another rapper here, that makes two. With potential to be revengeful. So I’ma turn this around. And with a clip, and this is the sound. Yeah somethin' like that, but I want them arrested right away. Seein' bad cops rot in jail will make my day, but a brotha like me don’t give a damn to say. (Repeat Chorus) Skit 2 Yeah, man, what you need? Police, open now (Aww, damn!) We have a warrant for somebody's arrest Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! (Move, smart boy, move now!) What the hell did I do? Just shut the hell up and get yourself on the floor! But I didn't do nothing! Man, just shut the hell up! Won't you step up to the stand And tell the jurisdiction how you feel about this nonsense? Verse 3 I'm tired of all this freakin' robbery. Sweatin' my group while I'm chillin' in the shack, and Shinin' the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick that, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid dumb brotha when I'm playin' with the trigger Of any Uzi or an A-K 'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put up my picture with silence 'Cause my identity by itself causes violence I'm a boy with an attitude Yeah, I'm a rapper, but still, I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucka in a uniform waitin' to get reported By me, or another brotha. And with the truth, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (Size don't mean nothing, he's from tha justice system) And as you all know, I'm here to rule Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb crooked sucker with a gun And if I'm rollin' off, he'll be the one That I take down, and then get away While I'm drivin off laughin' This is what I'll say (Repeat Chorus) Skit 3 The verdict: The jurisdiction has found you guilty for being racist, harassin’ and scammin' innocent people. But wait, that's a lie! That's a damn lie! Get him outta here! (I want justice!) Get him outta my face! (I want justice!) Out, right now! I will get you next time, you little suckers! Outro …. Tha police …. Tha Police …. Tha Police
Bit by bit, I’m falling under your spell Your smile’s all I need to see to know we’ll Leave this endless darkness Saying, “Come along with me!” Hold my hand Back when you first came into my life I recalled a place that I knew as a child: A special place, one that I held close to my heart Won’t you lead me in a dance down this winding road Where light and shadow entwine to take hold Of the thoughts of the one left far behind Know that sometimes, I want to turn around and see the things that I’ve passed on thе journey But know with love on my side With couragе and pride I’ll fight; I will carry on Bit by bit, I’m falling under your charm You’ll keep me and all the world far from harm Bring hope to everyone Take in your hands eternity Even when it seems that I don’t need you Just know that I am in love; can’t wait to Leave this endless darkness Won’t you come along with me? Hold your hand I'll always feel the same toward you No matter if you're tired or feeling blue But will you really be okay when every day you push yourself all the way? As for me, I saw you laughing out by the sea But the person making you laugh wasn't me Oh, tell me now if the one that you love isn't me But there's more, much more, I wanted to ask you all about, but my words just won’t come out And then when I work up the nerve, I still feel unsure and my words fade in the air Bit by bit, I'm falling under your charm l'll do my best to keep you far away from harm Can you hear me calling out that my feelings for you are strong and true Even when it seems that I feel nothing You're the only reason that my heart's still beating Let's fly out to the sea, "Come along with me!" Hold my hand
Seu sorriso é tão resplandecente Que deixou meu coração alegre Me dê a mão Pra fugir desta terrível escuridão Desde o dia em que eu te reencontrei Me lembrei daquele lindo lugar Que na minha infância era especial para mim Quero saber se comigo você quer vir dançar Se me der a mão eu te levarei Por um caminho cheio de sombras e de luz Você pode até não perceber Mas o meu coração se amarrou em você Que precisa de alguém Pra te mostrar o amor que o mundo te dá Meu alegre coração palpita Por um universo de esperança Me dê a mão, a magia nos espera Vou te amar por toda a minha vida Vem comigo por este caminho Me dê a mão Pra fugir desta terrível escuridão Haja o que houver, eu te amarei E quero para sempre ao seu lado estar Deixe de pensar em tudo que já ficou para trás Quero saber se é comigo que você vai sonhar Se não tenho alguém em quem confiar Já não encontro o caminho que me leve a você Quando, enfim, consegui confessar Todo o meu sentimento e desejo de amar Não sei o que me parou Mas hoje eu vou lutar com tudo o que sou Meu alegre coração palpita Por um universo de esperança Me dê a mão, a magia nos espera Vou te amar por toda a minha vida Vem comigo por este caminho Me dê a mão Pra fugir desta terrível escuridão TEMOS KARAOKE
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's on a trump Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one
