Lyrics

I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone! I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone! Watch runners go by, want to catch those bad guys I'm bored with my job, smoking sitting sloth I get a bad high, when I catch those high guys Drug users alike, they can't do what they like I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone! I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone! I get a good high when I smoke those blue guys They can't keep my pace, puffed red cigarette face Cause the herb I toke, don't leave my lungs all broke I smoke them green trees keeps this runner at ease I'm your Policeman! I'm your Policeman! I'm your Policeman! I'm your Policeman! We're always biting on your ass For drinking beer and smoking grass You took my herb and locked the key And calling me a drug fiend It's Only Weed I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone! I'm your Policeman! On your Radio and Telephone!
Writer(s): Zane Ruttenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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