Lyrics:

Are you tired of hanging out in your car
And getting sweated by the boys in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving
Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?
If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends
This November when you go up that
Ballot box and you see the proposition marked
âE½Fuck youâE, you know what to do
Tired of the boyz in blue, running up on your crew
You know what to do tell 'em âE½fuck youâE, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition
Hangin' on back in the streets wit
Your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, who?
You ain't got a clue, fuck you, it's a proposition
Fuck you, fuck you, it's a proposition
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