Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Ladies and gentlemen,
Fm
Em
Bbm
the story you are about to hear is true.
Only the names have been changed
Em
to protect the innocent.
FBI
Confidential.
A stolen
Buick sedan, motor number 126027,
recovered on used car lot
Miami,
Florida.
Vehicle originally registered in
New
York
City, third recovered to date.
I am running clearly off
Miami's headwinds.
We'll continue chasing this vehicle and others.
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Em
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Em
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Em
G
Em
Another one the charges make no sense it was self
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Em
-defense and you say it's a federal offense
A
Em
federal federal federal federal federal
A
It's a federal offense federal federal
Em
federal federal federal federal offense
They said robocop. I think
he's a sucker.
G
He's supposed to be a bad
You're coming with me.
Hey, yo cootie. I think he's
cold pussy
Here's a message for your headquarters
The sergeants, the captains,
who's ever given orders
To send the
Air
Force, the
Navy,
Marines, the
Army
Corps, the
Gm
F
SWATs, the cops, they can't harm me
Em
Your charges make no sense,
it was self -defense
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Em
And you say it's a federal offense
It's a federal offense
It's a federal offense
It's a federal offense
Federal, federal, federal
From the states to
Europe
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Em
Wherever we went
We talked
They called
President
Bush and
Margaret
Thatcher
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Em
They held a reward for our capture
Hands in the air, up against the wall
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Em
Fuck y 'all, kid
Yo, get the car keys, I'll cover you
What's up?
Somebody snitchin',
how did they discover you?
Snitchin' is one thing we can't stand
And when we find that motherfucker
B
It's another body on our hand
Em
This shit makes no sense
It was self -defense
Gm
Em
And you say it's a federal offense
Federal, federal,
It's a federal offense
Federal, federal,
It's a federal offense
Federal,
A
Em
It's a federal offense
Federal, federal, federal
We're on a high -speed car chase
On the wanted list
Gm
Em
Posters of our face
We found the snitch
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Em
Lying in a hideout crying like a bitch
Em
Six times it got shot
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Em
And he left his ass in a lock
When the police found him
They seen the body laying down
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They thought it was one of us
Em
The chief of police got mad
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Em
And started to cuss
Shit, goddamn,
these motherfuckers are slick
Better go freeze!
G
Em
Suck my dick!
I've got the nines
T's got the oohs
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Em
And the car is on cruise
And we're letting loose shots
And yelling out
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Em
Who gives a fuck about the cops?
After he ran out of shells
We started pitchin' in our head
G
Em
about the motherfuckin' jail cells
Then we ran into a roadblock
FUCK
THAT
GAME,
Em
B
Em
STOP!
Em
I'm gonna talk to my lawyer, man!
Fuck you, man!
Fuck you!
This oppression, man, is harassment!
you!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna talk to my lawyer.
Em
Handcuff him, bitch!
Handcuff him!
Give a fuck about no jail time.
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