They took here away from me.
The five-oh made her go
and I don’t know just where she is.
Fuck five-oh.
Fuck the cops.
Fuck the man, man.
They just have to stop
and take away all the fun.
All the joy is done.
We’d run
but they’d come.
They’d catch up.
They’ll track you down,
get your description on the radio,
five-oh all around.
They’s fifty.
Five-oh.
Five-oh, muthafucka, you better go.
Five-oh, don’tcha know?
Do ya?
Don’tcha know? No, no.
The po-po…
They don’t know jack shit.
Now give me back my girlfriend bro!