No Cops
The Dirtball Lyrics


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Uh, yeah, we got a suspicious kid that got in a car, and, uh, uh, I think he looks suspicious
Uh, he′s done nothing wrong but, uh, I'm gonna pull ′em over anyway
Over

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Yo!
Don′t look at me-e-e-e-e-e
Look at the cops on every single corner!
Drive slow
What they gonna′ whoop up on ya?
Don't weave and pass ′cause they wanna surprise!
Look at the vessels that be broken in my eyes!
Bloodshot, better than a than a transfusion
It can ruin your life, no illusion!

So a repeat
Fuck The Police!
And anybody down wit' ′em, we gotta
Get 'em! Get ′em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get ′em! (What′s that smell?)
Get 'em! Get ′em! Get 'em! Get ′em! Get 'em!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won′t let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Yoooo!
Who the fuck smells pig in the room?
I smell a pork roast comin' and it′s already noon
An′ I really don't like the "Oinks!" that I be hearin′!
Paranoid, sketched, and the cops I be fearin'!

Loading on another gig, running for the border!
55 pounds a sound, up in the trunk!
45 pounds a weed, they call skunk!
Stuffed up under the hood, they never once
Questioned anybody ′til they found the joint
Then, the little piggy-finger began to point!
Then, the little piggy-finger began to point!
(Look at the cops, stupid muthafuuuuuckas! Ah-heh-heh-heh)
"Well, that's about all we need, son! You′re going to jail!"

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

I′m running, I′m running away from the cops!
Hear that? That's the sound of the police!
On the way to catch you in the act of a beast!
If the cherry burning put it out, hide the piece!
Everybody duck down, that′ll be the least
That you got to worry about, throw away the gun!
If you see the lights, well you already done!
Hasta la vista, baby!
The cops got ya done now baby!

D-d-dude! Dude!
You gettin' pulled over!
What? What the FUCK did I do?
Oh, Dude! Doh, I got warrants, man! I can′t get pulled over!
Fuck this, I'm outta here! (...Three, four, five...)

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won′t let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

One, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN!
Spit another battlecam, all the way to heaven!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won't let me win!
I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Cops are NOT my friends!
They won′t let me win!




I will not obey!
Now days ANY crime pays!

Overall Meaning

The Dirtball’s song “No Cops” is about the singer’s distrust and fear of law enforcement. The first verse describes a scenario in which a police officer stops a car because they feel the driver “looks suspicious,” even though they have done nothing wrong. The chorus then emphasizes the singer’s dislike for cops, stating that they will not obey the authority they represent and that any crime can pay.


The second verse paints a picture of a community heavily policed by officers, including ones who the singer refers to as “pigs.” The lyrics mention the fear and paranoia caused by their presence and the danger associated with even minor offenses. The final verse describes a situation where someone gets pulled over with warrants and decides to flee the scene, counting the seconds as they speed off.


Overall, the song highlights the singer’s belief that law enforcement is not a positive force in society and that it is up to individuals to protect themselves from its negative effects.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, yeah, we got a suspicious kid that got in a car, and, uh, uh, I think he looks suspicious
The singer is admitting to profiling a person as suspicious and plans to pull them over, despite having done nothing wrong.


Cops are NOT my friends!
The singer has a negative view of the police and does not consider them allies or friends.


They won't let me win!
The singer believes that police will not allow them to succeed, either in committing crimes without consequence or in general life success.


I will not obey!
The artist asserts that they do not feel obligated to follow laws or police authority.


Now days ANY crime pays!
The artist believes that in the current climate, committing crimes offer more reward than punishment.


Don't look at me-e-e-e-e-e
The singer is avoiding attention in the presence of the police to avoid being profiled or suspected of wrongdoing.


Look at the cops on every single corner!
The singer highlights the overwhelming presence of law enforcement in their area.


Drive slow
The artist advises to maintain a low profile, showing no signs of wrongdoing, to avoid attracting police attention.


What they gonna′ whoop up on ya?
The artist questions the level of force that police may apply to punish innocent people.


Don't weave and pass ′cause they wanna surprise!
The artist warns against erratic or suspicious behavior, as police may use it as a reason to pull someone over and investigate further.


Look at the vessels that be broken in my eyes!
The singer signals the toll of criminal activity or a life of hardship on their physical appearance.


Bloodshot, better than a transfusion
The artist makes light of their bloodshot eyes, which resulted from either sustained drug use or criminal activity, as a better option than a medical transfusion.


It can ruin your life, no illusion!
The singer admits that a life of crime carries a severe penalty and can ruin one's life without any illusions or false hopes of easy success.


Fuck The Police!
The singer expresses extreme disdain for law enforcement.


And anybody down wit' ′em, we gotta Get 'em! Get ′em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get ′em! (What′s that smell?) Get 'em! Get ′em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get ′em!
The singer calls for action against anyone who supports police, suggesting aggression or violence against them.


Who the fuck smells pig in the room?
The artist detects the presence of law enforcement or those who associate with them.


I smell a pork roast comin' and it′s already noon
The artist senses trouble and confrontation with the police, which may lead to an arrest or other negative consequences.


An′ I really don't like the 'Oinks!' that I be hearin′
The singer dislikes the sound or behavior of those associated with law enforcement.


Paranoid, sketched, and the cops I be fearin'!
The singer feels suspicious and afraid of police or their associates.


Loading on another gig, running for the border!
The artist is planning to engage in criminal activity and flee across a national border to avoid apprehension.


55 pounds a sound, up in the trunk!
The artist discloses a large quantity of illegal drugs stored in their vehicle.


45 pounds a weed, they call skunk!
The artist reveals a sizeable amount of a type of marijuana known as skunk, which is often very potent.


Stuffed up under the hood, they never once questioned anybody ′til they found the joint!
The singer conceals contraband or illegal items in the car engine, which were undetected until the police discovered a single marijuana cigarette.


Then, the little piggy-finger began to point!
The artist describes the actions of a police officer pointing out suspected criminals or their associates.


''Well, that's about all we need, son! You′re going to jail!''
The singer recounts the police arresting them and taking them to jail.


I′m running, I′m running away from the cops!
The singer is fleeing from the police to avoid an apprehension or arrest.


Hear that? That's the sound of the police!
The singer perceives the presence of law enforcement nearby.


On the way to catch you in the act of a beast!
The artist believes that police actively seeks to catch wrongdoers and punish them severely.


If the cherry burning put it out, hide the piece!
The artist instructs to dispose of equipment used in a criminal act and avoid attracting police attention.


Everybody duck down, that′ll be the least that you got to worry about, throw away the gun!
The singer advises to hide and avoid police interference, and ditch any weapons or drugs to avoid arrest.


If you see the lights, well you already done!
The singer warns that once you see the police flashing lights, it is already too late, and one's fate is sealed.


Hasta la vista, baby!
The artist expresses optimism and confidence that they can evade police and retain their freedom.


One, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN!
The artist counts to seven, potentially referring to the number of police officers involved in an apprehension or providing a countdown to an escape attempt.


Spit another battle-cam, all the way to heaven!
The artist switches topic to music, possibly signaling that their message is primarily for entertainment and musical purposes.




Writer(s): Brad Jones, David Alexander

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Chance Spink

Intro]
"Uh, yeah we got a suspicious character driving a car
Uhm, I think he looks suspicious. Uhm, he's done nothing wrong, but uhm, I’mma pull him over anyway. Over"

[Chorus]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Verse 1]
Yo, don’t look at me
Look at the cops on every single corner
Drive slow or they gonna roll up upon ya
Don't wanna pass, 'cause they wanna surprise
Look at the vessels that be broken in my eyes
Bloodshot, better than a transfusion
They wanna ruin your life, no illusion
So I repeat "Fuck the police"
And everybody down with'em
We gotta get'em
(Get'em, get'em, get'em, get’em, get’em
What's that smell?)

[Chorus]
Cops are not my friends
They won’t let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Verse 2]
Yo, who the fuck smells pig in the room?
I smell a porkroast coming and it's already noon
And I really don't like the oinks I’ve been hearin'
Paranoid, sketched, and the cops I've been fearin'
Boltin' on another gear, runnin' for the border
55 pounds of sound up in the trunk
45 pounds of weed they call Skunk
Stuffed up under the hood, they never once
Questioned anybody 'til they found a joint
Then the little piggy finger began to point
Then the little piggy finger began to point
(Look at the cops, silly motherfucker)
"Well, that's about all weed son, you're going to jail]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Bridge]
I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
Away from the cops

[Verse 3]
Hear that? That's the sound of the police
On the way to catch you in the act of peace?
Cherry burnin', put it out, hide the piece
Everybody duck down, that'll be the least
That you gotta worry 'bout, throw away the gun
If you see the lights, well then you're already done
Hasta la vista, baby
The cops got your tongue now, lady

"You, you, you getting pulled over"
"What? What the fuck did I do? Oh, dude, I got warrants man, I can't get pulled over. Fuck this, I'm outta here"
(One, two, three, four]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
[?] all the way to heaven

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays



All comments from YouTube:

Chance Spink

Intro]
"Uh, yeah we got a suspicious character driving a car
Uhm, I think he looks suspicious. Uhm, he's done nothing wrong, but uhm, I’mma pull him over anyway. Over"

[Chorus]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Verse 1]
Yo, don’t look at me
Look at the cops on every single corner
Drive slow or they gonna roll up upon ya
Don't wanna pass, 'cause they wanna surprise
Look at the vessels that be broken in my eyes
Bloodshot, better than a transfusion
They wanna ruin your life, no illusion
So I repeat "Fuck the police"
And everybody down with'em
We gotta get'em
(Get'em, get'em, get'em, get’em, get’em
What's that smell?)

[Chorus]
Cops are not my friends
They won’t let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Verse 2]
Yo, who the fuck smells pig in the room?
I smell a porkroast coming and it's already noon
And I really don't like the oinks I’ve been hearin'
Paranoid, sketched, and the cops I've been fearin'
Boltin' on another gear, runnin' for the border
55 pounds of sound up in the trunk
45 pounds of weed they call Skunk
Stuffed up under the hood, they never once
Questioned anybody 'til they found a joint
Then the little piggy finger began to point
Then the little piggy finger began to point
(Look at the cops, silly motherfucker)
"Well, that's about all weed son, you're going to jail]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

[Bridge]
I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
Away from the cops

[Verse 3]
Hear that? That's the sound of the police
On the way to catch you in the act of peace?
Cherry burnin', put it out, hide the piece
Everybody duck down, that'll be the least
That you gotta worry 'bout, throw away the gun
If you see the lights, well then you're already done
Hasta la vista, baby
The cops got your tongue now, lady

"You, you, you getting pulled over"
"What? What the fuck did I do? Oh, dude, I got warrants man, I can't get pulled over. Fuck this, I'm outta here"
(One, two, three, four]
Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
[?] all the way to heaven

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

Cops are not my friends
They won't let me win
I will not obey
Nowadays, any crime pays

happymike420

The beats and the bass tho

Myrmidon Onyx

this song is awesome.

Spookie

Mad I forgot this existed. This video is dope

Heat Face

Love this shit!!!!!!!

JollyGreenStudios

hes been great for years =D

Thomas Thompson

Wow....Whatever happened to the DIRTBALL.

MIss his music along with when he used to do his live videos for when he was either touring with KMK or just by himself.

King Jason

Kick ass

Jose Suarez

M and m

John Kenyon

The word pig is well known about police. What are police dogs called? Proper dogs????

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