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Description
Composer: Pooh Gutta
Composer: Machine Gun Kelly
Lyricist: Pooh Gutta
Lyricist: Machine Gun Kelly
Lyrics and translation
Original
That's the sound of the police.
Tell me one thing. Tell me, tell me, tell me.
RJ, you a fool for this one.
When did snitching shit become cool?
My little cousin right now doing eight, -because I made one motherfucking call. -That's the sound of the police.
EST, by the way.
-That's the sound of the police. -A real gangster.
-That's the sound of the police. -Make sure his hand slip.
My nigga, are you gangsta if you with the. . . What? What? What? What? What? What?
What? You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the. . . Who got it? I'm nice.
Before I snitch, I'll do -life twice. -Young.
They gon' hate me for this line, but oh well.
-Say it. -But a nigga couldn't snitch on soul.
-Hey. -Suck my dick, yeah.
The suit I have is -designer. -Uh-huh.
It's dusty for designer. I'll be out this bitch tomorrow.
Like I never, -ever, ever- -Uh-huh -. . . ever been young. Taliban. -Who is that?
-Bitch, my clique been know. -Yeah.
-Hold up, let's just speak the real. -Yo.
-Bitch, I eat them dirty birds. -Uh-huh.
Got 30 niggas in 30 cars. Them boys move 'bout 30 bids.
Yeah, money don't make -shit. -Nah.
Porsche trucks, no brakes, bitch. Straight shots, no chase, bitch.
I wild out, have banks hit. Now Taliban, what the fuck? Taliban, W- what the fuck?
Taliban, what the fuck? Taliban, W- what the fuck? Taliban, what the fuck?
Taliban, W- what the fuck? Taliban. My nigga, are you gangsta if you with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police.
You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police. Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the -police, fuck the. . . Yo, suck the five up. -Fuck 'em.
-Motherfuck the five up. -Fuck 'em.
Bitch, I'm from the east but I busted them boys like I'm 5. 0.
-Yeah. -All black suits like Capo.
-Yeah. -Mafioso on my side, ho.
And I got lobsters for my partners and they got choppers for my rivals.
-Grrah. -EST to the death of me.
-Yeah. -Taliban to the left of me.
-Yeah.
-All I got is my dick and these bitches -suck 'til they get the rest of me. -Nope.
-Ain't none of y'all arresting me. -Nope.
-Free my brother Jay Rock. -Put up.
And shout out to my city, them boys harder than that yay rock.
-Hold up, hold up. -Fuck you snitches.
-Fuck 'em. -I don't know you snitches.
I was a felon at 14 'cause I ain't ride on all you bitches. Now I'm free.
-Free.
-And I got this loud that's yelling on y'all bitches.
Ducking the red and blue when I'm rolling green, inhaling on your -bitches. -Woo, woo, woo.
EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck?
Taliban, nigga, what the fuck? Taliban, nigga, what the fuck? Taliban.
-My nigga. -EST, ho, what the fuck?
-Are you gangsta if you with the. . .
-Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police. You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police.
Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck, hey.
English translation
That's the sound of the police.
Tell me one thing. Tell me, tell me, tell me.
RJ, you a fool for this one.
When did snitching shit become cool?
My little cousin right now doing eight, -because I made one motherfucking call. -That's the sound of the police.
EST, by the way.
-That's the sound of the police. -A real gangster.
-That's the sound of the police. -Make sure his hand slip.
My nigga, are you gangsta if you with the. . . What? What? What? What? What? What?
What? You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the. . . Who got it? I'm nice.
Before I snitch, I'll do -life twice. -Young.
They gon' hate me for this line, but oh well.
-Say it. -But a nigga couldn't snitch on soul.
-Hey. -Suck my dick, yeah.
The suit I have is -designer. -Uh-huh.
It's dusty for designer. I'll be out this bitch tomorrow.
Like I never, -ever, ever- -Uh-huh -. . . ever been young. Taliban. -Who is that?
-Bitch, my clique been know. -Yeah.
-Hold up, let's just speak the real. -Yo.
-Bitch, I eat them dirty birds. -Uh-huh.
Got 30 niggas in 30 cars. Them boys move 'bout 30 bids.
Yeah, money don't make -shit. -Nah.
Porsche trucks, no brakes, bitch. Straight shots, no chase, bitch.
I wild out, have banks hit. Now Taliban, what the fuck? Taliban, W- what the fuck?
Taliban, what the fuck? Taliban, W- what the fuck? Taliban, what the fuck?
Taliban, W- what the fuck? Taliban. My nigga, are you gangsta if you with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police.
You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police. Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the -police, fuck the. . . Yo, suck the five up. -Fuck 'em.
-Motherfuck the five up. -Fuck 'em.
Bitch, I'm from the east but I busted them boys like I'm 5. 0.
-Yeah. -All black suits like Capo.
-Yeah. -Mafioso on my side, ho.
And I got lobsters for my partners and they got choppers for my rivals.
-Grrah. -EST to the death of me.
-Yeah. -Taliban to the left of me.
-Yeah.
-All I got is my dick and these bitches -suck 'til they get the rest of me. -Nope.
-Ain't none of y'all arresting me. -Nope.
-Free my brother Jay Rock. -Put up.
And shout out to my city, them boys harder than that yay rock.
-Hold up, hold up. -Fuck you snitches.
-Fuck 'em. -I don't know you snitches.
I was a felon at 14 'cause I ain't ride on all you bitches. Now I'm free.
-Free.
-And I got this loud that's yelling on y'all bitches.
Ducking the red and blue when I'm rolling green, inhaling on your -bitches. -Woo, woo, woo.
EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck? EST, what the fuck?
Taliban, nigga, what the fuck? Taliban, nigga, what the fuck? Taliban.
-My nigga. -EST, ho, what the fuck?
-Are you gangsta if you with the. . .
-Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police. You claim you a thug, but you ride with the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police.
Snitching on your own blood, my nigga, you is the. . .
Police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck, hey.