Pig Latin
Gym Class Heroes Lyrics


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Why do people fear what they don't know?
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
And my hats rocked to the left
All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed

It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas

Got three quarters of your senses massed
You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority of these boys in blue are phony
Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives

They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit
The fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions

Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions
Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion
Try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion

I've taken all the stress I can
Peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
Where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands
Framin cats just to meet a quota

Searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's
Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
To catch 'em slippin when they pull me over
Flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota





Won't stop writin til this shit cease
Until someone's there to police the police

I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
Followed shit is drastic)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)

And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!

They got this little game that they play
Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they flash the badge in your face
And you don't even know what's goin' on

They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
(And tell the chief you reached for heat)

Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
The funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal

And say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal
Most of these cops is see through, that's why we do what we do
That's why we tell the truth about what police do
Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you

I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you
Check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up
'Cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed

Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals
They ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals

I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president
Sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
'Cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary

If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do
Instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON)
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause
Totin' around a backpack become breakin the law

Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
And learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you

I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
Called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)

And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass, (we want answers)
For bad manners (and the use of police scanners)
So we jottin' down their numbers (in our pocket planners)

For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
(I'm sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
Followed shit is drastic

(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(And our hats backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want answers
(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners

(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket planners
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!

Overall Meaning

In the song "Pig Latin" by Gym Class Heroes, the lyrics describe the hardships and negative experiences that come with being a minority targeted by police. The lyrics touch upon issues such as racial profiling, police brutality, and corruption within law enforcement. The first line of the song, "Why do people fear what they don't know?" sets the tone for the song which deals with the themes of ignorance, hostility, and discrimination towards minorities, and reflects on why the police would constantly give dirty looks and harass him just because of the way he dresses.


Throughout the lyrics, there is a clear condemnation of the police, describing them in derogatory terms such as calling them "white collared criminals" and "toys cops" and describing them as being "crooked like Saint Ides" in reference to the popular malt liquor brand. The rapper, Travie McCoy, describes his frustrations with being a target of the police and even compares them to cancer growing in society. The lyrics reflect frustration with the police system and a call for justice and truth for minorities. The song also calls for the police to be held accountable for their actions and to be policed themselves, as they are meant to be the ones upholding the law, not breaking it.


Line by Line Meaning

Why do people fear what they don't know?
Why are people afraid of things they are unfamiliar with?


Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
People constantly judge and give me dirty looks because my pants are sagging


And my hats rocked to the left
And I wear my hat tilted to the left


All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed
All the negative attention I receive is causing me stress


It's time to dead that
It's time to put an end to that


Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Speak the truth and face consequences like oppressed individuals


Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last
Rebellious acts will make corrupt authorities finally suffer


Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
The jail system is filled with toxic and oppressive conditions


Got three quarters of your senses massed
You are left with only a limited sense of touch like Tony


You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
You're left with only the physical sense of touch, similar to someone named Tony


The majority of these boys in blue are phony
The majority of police officers are dishonest and deceitful


Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
Dishonest and corrupt, prioritizing personal gain rather than protecting lives


They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They are motivated by money and only try to benefit themselves


They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit
They pull me over and claim it's because of a seatbelt violation, but we know it's a lie


The fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
The truth is, they consider me suspicious, and that's the only reason


Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions
I am the kind of person who reveals and uncovers corruption, like conspiracy theories


Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
Police officers patrolling the park are like insignificant, ineffective replicas of real cops


Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions
Desire for power leads to harmful consequences


Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion
They physically attack and subdue me as if I was engaging in a physical altercation without any communication


Try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion
They attempt to handcuff me and end up causing me a minor head injury


I've taken all the stress I can
I have reached my limit of tolerating stress


Peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
I am leaving America and seeking peace in another country


Where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands
Where police officers do not plant drugs on innocent people


Framin cats just to meet a quota
Falsely accusing individuals to fulfill a set target


Searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's
Targeting and searching people wearing baggy pants and carrying Motorola phones


Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
That's why I am rebellious and always carry a camcorder


To catch 'em slippin when they pull me over
To catch them making mistakes when they stop me


Flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota
Give them the middle finger, then quickly leave in my Toyota


Won't stop writin til this shit cease
I will continue writing until this injustice ends


Until someone's there to police the police
Until there is someone to monitor and hold the police accountable


I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
I am tired of enduring constant mistreatment


(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being Followed shit is drastic)
(Tired of helplessly witnessing my friend being beaten, tired of being followed, the situation is severe)


Sick of havin visions of black caskets
Tired of having fearful thoughts of black coffins


(just because we rock our pants low)
(simply because we wear our pants saggy)


And our hats backwards
And we wear our hats turned backward


(These cops is like cancer)
(These police officers are like a harmful disease)


A tumor on our ass
Something that is constantly causing harm to us


(We want answers)
(We demand explanations)


For bad manners
For their disrespectful behavior


(And the use of police scanners)
(And their abuse of police scanners)


So we jottin down their numbers
So we write down their badge numbers


(In our pocket planners)
(In our small notebooks)


For the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
For the day we gather evidence and present it against them (with lawyer Jim Shapiro as support)


They got this little game that they play
They have this manipulative game that they engage in


Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Accusing you of committing a wrongdoing


Then they flash the badge in your face
Then they show their badge in front of you


And you don't even know what's goin' on
And you don't even understand what is happening


They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done
They don't even provide you with a reason or any indication of what you have supposedly done


You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
You reach for your car registration, and then they physically attack and knock you unconscious


(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
(And falsely claim to the police chief that you were reaching for a weapon)


Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
Police officers always carry hidden weapons and drugs that they have confiscated


The funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
The ironic thing is that these illegal activities are supported by the government


Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
They will murder you and then plant drugs on you to justify their actions


Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
They unlawfully place the confiscated firearm next to you in your car


And say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal
And claim that you fired the first shot, erase any evidence against them, which can be deadly


Most of these cops is see through, that's why we do what we do
The majority of these police officers are transparently corrupt, and that's why we fight against them


That's why we tell the truth about what police do
That's why we expose the truth regarding the actions of the police


Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you
They will give you a citation just before physically assaulting you


I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you
I am glad that the truth intimidates you, go ahead and hit me, officer, I challenge you


Check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too
Look in the rearview mirror, you will see the camcorder with the extended lens recording everything


You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up
You should call for additional support, and finish consuming the remaining crack cocaine


'Cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed
Because we have recorded evidence of you sexually assaulting and restraining that girl


Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back
Yes, you are now frightened, and if you attempt to attack me, I will defend myself


The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
The authority figures are nothing more than a modern form of the Ku Klux Klan, dressed in blue and black uniforms instead of white robes


It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals
It is a well-known fact that police officers are just criminals disguised in professional attire


They ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals
They patrol in Crown Victoria cars, polluting neighborhoods with their corrupt influences


I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president
I am telling you, it is all connected, they assassinated the president


Sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence
They killed him discreetly with a single gunshot, then concealed all the evidence


I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
I am speaking the truth, but close-minded individuals refuse to listen to me


'Cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary
Because the truth will cause a chaotic reaction among the majority, like the influence of Tim Leary's ideas


If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do
If you want to keep young people away from crime, provide them with activities and opportunities


Instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON)
Instead of continuously harassing them and imposing curfews


Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause
Since when did having dreadlocks become a valid reason for suspicion


Totin' around a backpack become breakin the law
When did carrying a backpack become an illegal act


Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
Enough is enough, so rise up and take a stand as Bob Marley advised


And learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you
And learn self-defense techniques like Tai Bo in case they attempt to restrain you


I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
I am tired of enduring constant mistreatment


(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being Followed shit is drastic)
(Tired of helplessly witnessing my friend being beaten, tired of being followed, the situation is severe)


Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
Tired of having fearful thoughts of black coffins, simply because we wear our pants saggy


And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
And we wear our hats turned backward (These police officers are like a harmful disease)


A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
Something that is constantly causing harm to us (We demand explanations)


(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(For their disrespectful behavior) And their abuse of police scanners


(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket planners
(So we write down their badge numbers) In our small notebooks


(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!
(for the day we gather evidence) With lawyer Jim Shapiro as support




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@thebarringtonTV

Reporting in from July 2020. This is a fitting soundtrack for everything going on with the police nowadays.

@Lonewulf321

I like this version the best

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@ti6414

Huh?