Your Policeman!

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!



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Ruttenberg
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