We 3 cops of metro south are...
staking out this seedy dive bar.
If we collar
alcohol-ers
We'll get new fancy cars
o-ooooh (chorus)
Watch 'em blunder,
watch 'em fight.
Them what drinks
just ain't too bright.
When they leave
we'll watch 'em weave
or plow right through a red stop light.
We 3 cops chalk tires with dots
while they sit in bar parking lots.
You'll get nabbed
by our comrade
Who spies your wheels down the block.
o-ooooh (chorus)
Last edited by smoke gets in my eyes; 12-15-2002 at 01:15 AM.