I Know You Lyrics

E, look man! look!

Yeah, what's up man?

It's that cop man. The one that sent my patna to the hospital.

Hey pullover. Come on.

[screech]

Cool, let's get with this ham-hock motherfucker

There he go!

Hey pig. Yeah. 'member me?



I know ya motherfucker

Know where ya live

You're the cop that knocked in my patna Greg Wiggin's ribs

And it wasn't in the trib 'cause he's not a dealer or a pimp

But now he walks with a permanent limp

And pig, ya make my gut crimp

'Cause the whole family got knocked

Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock

And it don't stop, to the funky beat

'Til my people get together and kick you pigs off the street

I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder

Seem we need one everytime ya get a court order

Or pull me over in order to check identification

I'm in the back of your car, with a bruise or laceration

Your in the hood and it's one more disaster

We know your here to protect and serve the master

Next time ya roll through, press the gas a little faster

I'll turn your blue suit purple bastard

'Cause I know ya



I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

I know ya

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)



I know ya motherfucker

Footprints in my door

On my back, on my head

Threw my house once mo'

You called my mother a ho

Threw my brother in a headlock

You did this to about six houses on the block



Say you tryin' to stop the rock so it makes me perspire

Hmmm... but you work for the supplier

So I inquire, what's your roll in my elimination

Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation

But if I sung you a song it'd be a damnation

'Cause all they let me do is sing in this damn nation

Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey,

How many kids have you killed today

Pig now I realize our relation

Your occupation is to keep me in occupation

How many brothers have you left in the cast

How many graves have you made in the past

Useless!

Not my task to even ask

But ya better cease before I put a cap in yo' ass

'Cause I know ya



I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

I know ya

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)



Now let me tell ya'll this little story

(Story, man whatchu talkin' 'bout?)

This little piggy once came to Oaktown

(a little piggy?)

See, 'cause this little piggy had a gun

(what? had a gun?)

This little piggy's gun was smokin'

(You smokin' man, whachu talkin' 'bout)

'Cause this little piggy shot my son

(yuah, huah,, yeah?!)

This little piggy went wee wee all the way to hell

'Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass

(shut yo' ass down)



I know ya motherfucker

My faceprint's in your knuckles

Hit my head back to the rear and I could here my knees buckle

When ya chuckle, as the blow blurred my vision

You make a game tryin' to tame me for colonialism

The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison

No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen

I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth

just so I won't be out organizing in the street

And so I'm beatin' in the court with charges trump, see

My eye is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's

But I'm not laughin' 'cause I'll take a bath on this one

The judge is lookin' at me like he wants to have me hung

I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass

Like OPD was using me for beat the nigga class



Step one: put the handcuffs on

Step two: say somthin' like, "Nigger you're gonna learn"

Step three: throw him down on the ground

Step four: kick him of course



But there's an error in your reign of terror and your end is near

We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear

Stand in fear and guard your rear

As we gather round and fuck you up so much they'll have to fuck you down

Assumin' the position that you'll have to wear a bullet proof vest

on your chest, I suggest ya change your address

'Cause I know ya



We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

We know ya

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

I Know You



E, look man! look!

Yeah, what's up man?

It's that cop man. The one that sent my patna to the hospital.

Hey pullover. Come on.

[screech]

Cool, let's get with this ham-hock motherfucker

There he go!

Hey pig. Yeah. 'member me?



I know ya motherfucker

Know where ya live

You're the cop that knocked in my patna Greg Wiggin's ribs

And it wasn't in the trib 'cause he's not a dealer or a pimp

But now he walks with a permanent limp

And pig, ya make my gut crimp

'Cause the whole family got knocked

Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock

And it don't stop, to the funky beat

'Til my people get together and kick you pigs off the street

I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder

Seem we need one everytime ya get a court order

Or pull me over in order to check identification

I'm in the back of your car, with a bruise or laceration

Your in the hood and it's one more disaster

We know your here to protect and serve the master

Next time ya roll through, press the gas a little faster

I'll turn your blue suit purple bastard

'Cause I know ya



I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

I know ya

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)



I know ya motherfucker

Footprints in my door

On my back, on my head

Threw my house once mo'

You called my mother a ho

Threw my brother in a headlock

You did this to about six houses on the block



Say you tryin' to stop the rock so it makes me perspire

Hmmm... but you work for the supplier

So I inquire, what's your roll in my elimination

Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation

But if I sung you a song it'd be a damnation

'Cause all they let me do is sing in this damn nation

Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey,

How many kids have you killed today

Pig now I realize our relation

Your occupation is to keep me in occupation

How many brothers have you left in the cast

How many graves have you made in the past

Useless!

Not my task to even ask

But ya better cease before I put a cap in yo' ass

'Cause I know ya



I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

I know ya

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

I know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)



Now let me tell ya'll this little story

(Story, man whatchu talkin' 'bout?)

This little piggy once came to Oaktown

(a little piggy?)

See, 'cause this little piggy had a gun

(what? had a gun?)

This little piggy's gun was smokin'

(You smokin' man, whachu talkin' 'bout)

'Cause this little piggy shot my son

(yuah, huah,, yeah?!)

This little piggy went wee wee all the way to hell

'Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass

(shut yo' ass down)



I know ya motherfucker

My faceprint's in your knuckles

Hit my head back to the rear and I could here my knees buckle

When ya chuckle, as the blow blurred my vision

You make a game tryin' to tame me for colonialism

The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison

No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen

I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth

just so I won't be out organizing in the street

And so I'm beatin' in the court with charges trump, see

My eye is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's

But I'm not laughin' 'cause I'll take a bath on this one

The judge is lookin' at me like he wants to have me hung

I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass

Like OPD was using me for beat the nigga class



Step one: put the handcuffs on

Step two: say somthin' like, "Nigger you're gonna learn"

Step three: throw him down on the ground

Step four: kick him of course



But there's an error in your reign of terror and your end is near

We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear

Stand in fear and guard your rear

As we gather round and fuck you up so much they'll have to fuck you down

Assumin' the position that you'll have to wear a bullet proof vest

on your chest, I suggest ya change your address

'Cause I know ya



We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)

We know ya

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn)

We know ya motherfucker (everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position)