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Smoked Pork
Body Count Lyrics


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Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
Alright, give it here, give it here.
No man let me do it, cool ice.
Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car.

Uh, hi officers, um, we had a flat tire back there.
Do you think you guys could help us out?
"Naw, that's not my job. My job's not to help your fuckin' ass out."
I mean, um, you know I don't have any other way to get home.
"That's not my job, asshole."
Well uh, could you tell me what your job is?
"Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe...
hey, wait a minute. Aren't you..."

Yup.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the Body Count song Smoked Pork tell a story of racial profiling and police brutality. The opening verses feature a car pulling over, and a group of people (presumably black) attempting to request assistance from the police after experiencing a flat tire. However, instead of helping them out, the police officers respond with hostility, refusing to lend any aid and instead choosing to insult and demean the group. The lyrics suggest that the officers are wholly unconcerned with the well-being of these individuals and are focused solely on asserting their authority and power over them.


The song then goes on to depict a scenario in which the police officers violently attack the group, ultimately killing them all. The lyrics describe the officers laughing and joking as they commit these horrific acts, framing them as sadistic and cruel individuals who relish in causing pain and suffering. The song ultimately serves as a scathing indictment of police brutality and systemic racism in law enforcement.


Overall, Smoked Pork is a powerful and deeply disturbing song that sheds light on the brutality and violence faced by black and brown communities at the hands of law enforcement. It is a searing critique of the very institutions that are supposed to protect and serve us, highlighting the ways in which they have been corrupted by racism and prejudice.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
The driver is instructed to stop the car at that exact spot.


Alright, give it here, give it here.
Someone requests possession of something from another person.


No man let me do it, cool ice.
Someone insists on taking on a task themselves, in a cool, collected manner.


Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car.
Someone urges their companion to stay inside the car, to avoid possible danger.


Uh, hi officers, um, we had a flat tire back there.
The artist greets the police officers and makes an excuse for their presence in the area.


Do you think you guys could help us out?
The singer requests assistance from the officers.


"Naw, that's not my job. My job's not to help your fuckin' ass out."
The officer responds negatively to the request, stating that it is outside of their professional duties.


I mean, um, you know I don't have any other way to get home.
The artist tries to reason with the officer and explains their predicament.


"That's not my job, asshole."
The officer responds with hostility and insults the artist.


Well uh, could you tell me what your job is?
The artist tries to clarify the role of the officer.


"Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe... hey, wait a minute. Aren't you..."
The officer makes a sarcastic remark about their own position and recognizes the singer.


Yup.
The artist confirms the officer's suspicion.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERNEST T. CUNNIGAN, TRACY LAUREN MARROW

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Chris Wu


on Black Hoodie

[Intro]
All these people out here tripping off police brutality like this shit is something new
Give me a fucking break
I've been talking about this shit for over 20 years
And now you can kill a motherfucker just because of how he's dressed?
Are you fucking serious?

[Hook]
Get on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back

[Verse 1]
This is how it happened
Out late night just chilling with my clique
No one had a gun, everyone's legit
One of my boys is drunk, I'm talking toe'd up
He can barely talk off that Cognac
Then the cops roll up, I don't know why he ran
Maybe traffic warrants I still don't understand
That motherfucker's crazy, the homies laughed
He might've got a block and then we heard shots
The fucking cop shot him, yo, a nigga's dead!
They hit him twice in the back, once in the head and leg
We all went crazy on that pig shit
They aimed at us, they meant business
They didn't have to shoot him, he didn't have a gun
What they're gonna say is "Why the fuck he run?"
We can't be seeing this, I'm like "What the fuck?"
My man's laying dead, they still cuffing him up

[Interlude]
You motherfuckers, call the fucking paramedics man
My man's not breathing, man
What the fuck's the matter wit' you, man?
Aw shit

[Hook]
Get on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back
Get on a black hoodie, its hood up on my head
I didn't have a gun, so why am I dead?
You didn't have to shoot me and that's a known fact
And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back

[Refrain]
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets

[Verse 2]
Now it's our day in court, we gotta have hope
Maybe some justice, someone got it on video
They say do something, he used to gang bang
They made my homie look like fucking shit on everything
Had on a black hoodie, that's all it took
The DA portrayed him as a dirty fucking street crook
They let the cops off, nobody fucking marched
Nobody had a clue, it's never made the news

[Refrain]
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets
Woop woop, that's the sound of the police
That's the sound on the streets

[Outro]
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie
Get on my black hoodie