| Song | I Know You |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Kill My Landlord |
| [boots] e, look man look | |
| [e-roc] yeah wassup man | |
| [b] it's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital | |
| Hey pull over, come on | |
| [e] coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go | |
| [b] hey pig, yeah, remember me? | |
| Verse one: boots | |
| I know you motherfucker, know where you live | |
| You're the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins' ribs | |
| And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp | |
| But now he walks with a permanent limp | |
| And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked | |
| Walcy hawkins and her son's up in double-rock | |
| And it don't stop to the funky beat | |
| Till 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? | |
| Seems we need one every time you 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 | |
| You're in the hood and it's one more disaster | |
| We know you're here to protect and serve the master | |
| Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster | |
| I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard | |
| Cause | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn) | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn) | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn i'm assuming the position) | |
| Verse two: e-roc | |
| I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door | |
| On my back, on my head, through my house and once more | |
| You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock | |
| You did this to about six thousands on the block | |
| Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire | |
| Hmm...but you work with a supplier | |
| So i inquire what's your role 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 of damnation | |
| Cause all they do is let me 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 a cast? | |
| How many graves have you made in the past? | |
| Useless! not my task to even ask | |
| But you'd better cease before i put a cap in your ass | |
| Cause i know you | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| (now let me tell ya'll this little little story | |
| This little piggy once came to oaktown | |
| See, cause this little piggy had a gun | |
| This little piggy's gun was smoking | |
| Cause this little piggy shot my son | |
| This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell! | |
| Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha | |
| Verse three: boots | |
| I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles | |
| Hit my head back to the rear and i can hear my knees buckle | |
| And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision | |
| You make a game trying 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 beaten in the court with charges trumped, see | |
| My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humpty's | |
| But i'm not laughing cause i'll take a bath in this one | |
| The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung | |
| I never swung, i got the dung kicked out my ass | |
| Like o.p.d. was using me for beat the nigger class | |
| (step one, put the handcuffs on | |
| Step two, say something like "nigger you'll never learn" | |
| Step three, throw 'em on the ground | |
| Step four, kick 'em of course) | |
| But there's an error in your reign of terror and the 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 | |
| Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest | |
| On your vest, i suggest you change your address | |
| Cause we know you | |
| (x2) | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn) | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn) | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| (everywhere i turn i'm assuming the position) |
| boots e, look man look | |
| eroc yeah wassup man | |
| b it' s that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital | |
| Hey pull over, come on | |
| e coup let' s with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go | |
| b hey pig, yeah, remember me? | |
| Verse one: boots | |
| I know you motherfucker, know where you live | |
| You' re the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins' ribs | |
| And it wasn' t in a trip cause he' s not a dealer or a pimp | |
| But now he walks with a permanent limp | |
| And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked | |
| Walcy hawkins and her son' s up in doublerock | |
| And it don' t stop to the funky beat | |
| Till 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? | |
| Seems we need one every time you 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 | |
| You' re in the hood and it' s one more disaster | |
| We know you' re here to protect and serve the master | |
| Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster | |
| I' ll turn your blue suit purple, bastard | |
| Cause | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn | |
| I know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn i' m assuming the position | |
| Verse two: eroc | |
| I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door | |
| On my back, on my head, through my house and once more | |
| You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock | |
| You did this to about six thousands on the block | |
| Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire | |
| Hmm... but you work with a supplier | |
| So i inquire what' s your role 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 of damnation | |
| Cause all they do is let me 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 a cast? | |
| How many graves have you made in the past? | |
| Useless! not my task to even ask | |
| But you' d better cease before i put a cap in your ass | |
| Cause i know you | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| now let me tell ya' ll this little little story | |
| This little piggy once came to oaktown | |
| See, cause this little piggy had a gun | |
| This little piggy' s gun was smoking | |
| Cause this little piggy shot my son | |
| This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell! | |
| Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha | |
| Verse three: boots | |
| I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles | |
| Hit my head back to the rear and i can hear my knees buckle | |
| And you chuckle... as the blow blurred my vision | |
| You make a game trying 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 beaten in the court with charges trumped, see | |
| My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humpty' s | |
| But i' m not laughing cause i' ll take a bath in this one | |
| The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung | |
| I never swung, i got the dung kicked out my ass | |
| Like o. p. d. was using me for beat the nigger class | |
| step one, put the handcuffs on | |
| Step two, say something like " nigger you' ll never learn" | |
| Step three, throw ' em on the ground | |
| Step four, kick ' em of course | |
| But there' s an error in your reign of terror and the end is near | |
| We ain' t nonviolent 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 | |
| Assuming the position that you' ll have to wear a bulletproof vest | |
| On your vest, i suggest you change your address | |
| Cause we know you | |
| x2 | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn | |
| We know you motherfucker | |
| everywhere i turn i' m assuming the position |