Chords for Fuck The Po-Po by Corey Smith
Tempo:
117.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [A] [Bm]
[G] [D] [A] [Bm]
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [Bm]
[G] [D] Blue lights [Bm] flashing, they had [G] traffic stopped [D] and Highway 11's done turned [Bm] into a permanent [G] roadblock.
[D] I wasn't driving, [Bm] my wife was [G] my DD and she hadn't drank a [D] drop, still got [Bm] hassled by the [G] JPD.
[A] And I said, hey dude, [G] can't you just leave her alone?
[A] She ain't done nothing wrong, man, and we [G] just wanna go home.
[A] [D] And I was mad [A] as hell thinking, fuck the [G] po-po.
[A]
[D] And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust [G] them no more.
[A]
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go, so I'm singing, fuck [D] the po-po.
[G]
[D] [G]
So I got arrested just for speaking up and that cop said, boy, [D] the only right [E] you have
is to shut [G] the fuck up.
And now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen and I've got a [D] real messed up [G] story
to tell all my friends.
[D] My [A] name was in the newspaper [G] in my hometown.
[A] They ruined my reputation because I [G] didn't bow down, no, no.
[A] [D]
And now I'm mad as [A] hell singing, fuck the po [G]-po.
[A] [D]
And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust them no [G]
more.
[A] And [G] I'm not gonna let this [A] go, so I'm singing, fuck the po [D]-po.
[G] [D]
[G] Two fingers in the air for the JPD, the long arm of the law coming down on [D] me.
Now I [Bm] understand why all those rappers are mad, they must have been [G] treated as [D] badly as I have.
Now I'm screaming, fuck the [Bm] po-po, shooting birds [G] out the window whenever the [D] cops go by.
They're putting roadblocks in front of [Bm] my house, man, I'm starting [G] to feel like I live under [D] the Taliban.
Can't drive home without a gun in [B] my face.
Thursday through [G] Sunday they're invading [D] my space, telling me it's for my sake.
They're keeping [Bm] the streets safe by getting [G] the drunks off of the highway.
But I [Bm] say, man, that's a big fucking lie.
It's all [G] about the money from the [D] DUIs, otherwise they'd be parked out in front of [Bm] this bar giving free [G] breathalyzers for we're getting [D] our cars.
Instead they just hide about three [Bm] miles away and sit and [G] wait for one of us to make a mistake.
Drink a little too much, you'll be cuffed and stuffed and probably roughed up if you complain [D] enough.
You'll be carted off to jail in the land of [Bm] the free, another victim [G] of the overzealous [D] JPD.
Now don't get me wrong, I [D] don't mean [B] disrespect.
There's a lot of [G] good cops who serve and protect.
And they boldly [Bm] put their lives on the line to protect our [G] rights and give us peace of [D] mind.
But for every cop who thinks his badge [Bm] is a crown, [G] this song's for you and [Em] I'll never bear that.
[D] And I'm [A] mad as hell singing fuck the [G] po-po.
[A] Oh, oh, oh.
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go.
So I'm singing fuck the [D] po-po, y'all.
[G] Oh, no, fuck the [D] po-po.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G]
[G] [D] [A] [Bm]
[G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [Bm]
[G] [D] Blue lights [Bm] flashing, they had [G] traffic stopped [D] and Highway 11's done turned [Bm] into a permanent [G] roadblock.
[D] I wasn't driving, [Bm] my wife was [G] my DD and she hadn't drank a [D] drop, still got [Bm] hassled by the [G] JPD.
[A] And I said, hey dude, [G] can't you just leave her alone?
[A] She ain't done nothing wrong, man, and we [G] just wanna go home.
[A] [D] And I was mad [A] as hell thinking, fuck the [G] po-po.
[A]
[D] And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust [G] them no more.
[A]
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go, so I'm singing, fuck [D] the po-po.
[G]
[D] [G]
So I got arrested just for speaking up and that cop said, boy, [D] the only right [E] you have
is to shut [G] the fuck up.
And now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen and I've got a [D] real messed up [G] story
to tell all my friends.
[D] My [A] name was in the newspaper [G] in my hometown.
[A] They ruined my reputation because I [G] didn't bow down, no, no.
[A] [D]
And now I'm mad as [A] hell singing, fuck the po [G]-po.
[A] [D]
And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust them no [G]
more.
[A] And [G] I'm not gonna let this [A] go, so I'm singing, fuck the po [D]-po.
[G] [D]
[G] Two fingers in the air for the JPD, the long arm of the law coming down on [D] me.
Now I [Bm] understand why all those rappers are mad, they must have been [G] treated as [D] badly as I have.
Now I'm screaming, fuck the [Bm] po-po, shooting birds [G] out the window whenever the [D] cops go by.
They're putting roadblocks in front of [Bm] my house, man, I'm starting [G] to feel like I live under [D] the Taliban.
Can't drive home without a gun in [B] my face.
Thursday through [G] Sunday they're invading [D] my space, telling me it's for my sake.
They're keeping [Bm] the streets safe by getting [G] the drunks off of the highway.
But I [Bm] say, man, that's a big fucking lie.
It's all [G] about the money from the [D] DUIs, otherwise they'd be parked out in front of [Bm] this bar giving free [G] breathalyzers for we're getting [D] our cars.
Instead they just hide about three [Bm] miles away and sit and [G] wait for one of us to make a mistake.
Drink a little too much, you'll be cuffed and stuffed and probably roughed up if you complain [D] enough.
You'll be carted off to jail in the land of [Bm] the free, another victim [G] of the overzealous [D] JPD.
Now don't get me wrong, I [D] don't mean [B] disrespect.
There's a lot of [G] good cops who serve and protect.
And they boldly [Bm] put their lives on the line to protect our [G] rights and give us peace of [D] mind.
But for every cop who thinks his badge [Bm] is a crown, [G] this song's for you and [Em] I'll never bear that.
[D] And I'm [A] mad as hell singing fuck the [G] po-po.
[A] Oh, oh, oh.
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go.
So I'm singing fuck the [D] po-po, y'all.
[G] Oh, no, fuck the [D] po-po.
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[G]
Key:
G
D
A
Bm
B
G
D
A
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ Blue lights [Bm] flashing, they had [G] traffic stopped [D] and Highway 11's done turned [Bm] into a permanent [G] roadblock.
_ [D] I wasn't driving, [Bm] my wife was [G] my DD and she hadn't drank a [D] drop, still got [Bm] hassled by the [G] JPD.
_ [A] And I said, hey dude, [G] can't you just leave her alone?
[A] She ain't done nothing wrong, man, and we [G] just wanna go home. _ _ _
[A] [D] And I was mad [A] as hell thinking, fuck the [G] po-po.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust [G] them no more.
_ [A] _ _ _
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go, so I'm singing, fuck [D] the po-po.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ So I got arrested just for speaking up and that cop said, boy, [D] the only right [E] you have
is to shut [G] the fuck up.
And now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen and I've got a [D] real messed up [G] story
to tell all my friends.
[D] My [A] name was in the newspaper [G] in my hometown.
[A] They ruined my reputation because I [G] didn't bow down, no, no.
_ [A] _ [D]
And now I'm mad as [A] hell singing, fuck the po [G]-po.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D]
And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust them no [G]
more.
_ [A] _ _ _ And [G] I'm not gonna let this [A] go, so I'm singing, fuck the po [D]-po.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ Two fingers in the air for the JPD, the long arm of the law coming down on [D] me.
Now I [Bm] understand why all those rappers are mad, they must have been [G] treated as [D] badly as I have.
Now I'm screaming, fuck the [Bm] po-po, shooting birds [G] out the window whenever the [D] cops go by.
They're putting roadblocks in front of [Bm] my house, man, I'm starting [G] to feel like I live under [D] the Taliban.
Can't drive home without a gun in [B] my face.
Thursday through [G] Sunday they're invading [D] my space, telling me it's for my sake.
They're keeping [Bm] the streets safe by getting [G] the drunks off of the highway.
But I [Bm] say, man, that's a big fucking lie.
It's all [G] about the money from the [D] DUIs, otherwise they'd be parked out in front of [Bm] this bar giving free [G] breathalyzers for we're getting [D] our cars.
Instead they just hide about three [Bm] miles away and sit and [G] wait for one of us to make a mistake.
Drink a little too much, you'll be cuffed and stuffed and probably roughed up if you complain [D] enough.
You'll be carted off to jail in the land of [Bm] the free, another victim [G] of the overzealous [D] JPD.
Now don't get me wrong, I [D] don't mean [B] disrespect.
There's a lot of [G] good cops who serve and protect.
And they boldly [Bm] put their lives on the line to protect our [G] rights and give us peace of [D] mind.
But for every cop who thinks his badge [Bm] is a crown, [G] this song's for you and [Em] I'll never bear that.
[D] And I'm [A] mad as hell singing fuck the [G] po-po.
_ [A] Oh, oh, oh.
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go.
So I'm singing fuck the [D] po-po, y'all.
_ [G] _ Oh, no, fuck the [D] po-po.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ Blue lights [Bm] flashing, they had [G] traffic stopped [D] and Highway 11's done turned [Bm] into a permanent [G] roadblock.
_ [D] I wasn't driving, [Bm] my wife was [G] my DD and she hadn't drank a [D] drop, still got [Bm] hassled by the [G] JPD.
_ [A] And I said, hey dude, [G] can't you just leave her alone?
[A] She ain't done nothing wrong, man, and we [G] just wanna go home. _ _ _
[A] [D] And I was mad [A] as hell thinking, fuck the [G] po-po.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust [G] them no more.
_ [A] _ _ _
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go, so I'm singing, fuck [D] the po-po.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ So I got arrested just for speaking up and that cop said, boy, [D] the only right [E] you have
is to shut [G] the fuck up.
And now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen and I've got a [D] real messed up [G] story
to tell all my friends.
[D] My [A] name was in the newspaper [G] in my hometown.
[A] They ruined my reputation because I [G] didn't bow down, no, no.
_ [A] _ [D]
And now I'm mad as [A] hell singing, fuck the po [G]-po.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D]
And they [A] wonder why folks don't trust them no [G]
more.
_ [A] _ _ _ And [G] I'm not gonna let this [A] go, so I'm singing, fuck the po [D]-po.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ Two fingers in the air for the JPD, the long arm of the law coming down on [D] me.
Now I [Bm] understand why all those rappers are mad, they must have been [G] treated as [D] badly as I have.
Now I'm screaming, fuck the [Bm] po-po, shooting birds [G] out the window whenever the [D] cops go by.
They're putting roadblocks in front of [Bm] my house, man, I'm starting [G] to feel like I live under [D] the Taliban.
Can't drive home without a gun in [B] my face.
Thursday through [G] Sunday they're invading [D] my space, telling me it's for my sake.
They're keeping [Bm] the streets safe by getting [G] the drunks off of the highway.
But I [Bm] say, man, that's a big fucking lie.
It's all [G] about the money from the [D] DUIs, otherwise they'd be parked out in front of [Bm] this bar giving free [G] breathalyzers for we're getting [D] our cars.
Instead they just hide about three [Bm] miles away and sit and [G] wait for one of us to make a mistake.
Drink a little too much, you'll be cuffed and stuffed and probably roughed up if you complain [D] enough.
You'll be carted off to jail in the land of [Bm] the free, another victim [G] of the overzealous [D] JPD.
Now don't get me wrong, I [D] don't mean [B] disrespect.
There's a lot of [G] good cops who serve and protect.
And they boldly [Bm] put their lives on the line to protect our [G] rights and give us peace of [D] mind.
But for every cop who thinks his badge [Bm] is a crown, [G] this song's for you and [Em] I'll never bear that.
[D] And I'm [A] mad as hell singing fuck the [G] po-po.
_ [A] Oh, oh, oh.
[G] And I'm not gonna let [A] this go.
So I'm singing fuck the [D] po-po, y'all.
_ [G] _ Oh, no, fuck the [D] po-po.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _