Ah, shit. This ones goin' out to all you fuckin'...

Let myself blaze,
But you'll never know,
I might ride the mountainside,
Or paddle out in Mexico,
I could throw the dice on life,
From Vegas to Reno,
Or wake up in the rasta huts of hawaii.

Fuck Five-O,
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em,
Mother fuck five-O,
Yeah, sad little place where I go.

Now, I play with fire,
Got burnt by snow.
Love my high life,
Cause I started at the low,
Let's go,
My then old school ride,
Represent that So-Cal pride.
Listen to the palm trees blow in hawaii.

Fuck Five-O,
Gotta say fuck em, fuck em, fuck em,
Mother fuck five-O,
Yeah, sad little place where I go.
So sad, mother fuck my people,
Fuck em,
Wish the day would all die slow.

Mother fuck five-O,
Die slow,
They got me on parole,
Man, that's cold.
I gotta see my P.O. and let them know,
I got no clue how that bud grew,
The true blue berry chronic shit,
I was on it,
A mental, So-Cal, you know we love to flaunt it,
So Johnny's on it,
Fever rock a dirty cop
??????

The badge in blue,
Got a crew too,
So stay cool
Cause they'll stop ya, pop ya,
Put you in the lockup.
Give ya the county blues,
Put their finger in your ploppa,
Your A-hole,
Your ploppa,
Man, you gotta fuck that,
Sad little place where they go.
So sad, so sad,
All the way up inside your booty
Oh, oh, ah hell no! Hell no!

Wish the day would all die slow.