[Intro: (guy talking)]
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Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing
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wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special
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bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National
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Guard move in.
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[Verse 1:]
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The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
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But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
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Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
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Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
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See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
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I never knew ya
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Cos I'm not a trick
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You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
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I get away quickity-quick
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on the plane to South Central
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Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
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Staedy mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood
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up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
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To the right of me and to the left of me
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Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
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Throw a penalty of ass interference
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Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bitch
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Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
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Better run fast cos the dobermans pinch
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And I won't play mine in the daytime
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Goddamn, here comes the canine
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Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
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But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
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No lie say hi to the bad guy
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[Interlude: (Cube talkin with officer)]
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Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
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Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?)
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Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
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Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
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(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a beerclaw?)
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Aaah... (If you don't have one, I got ta gaffle ya)
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What? You gon' gaf... Yeah!
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[Verse 2:]
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See one-time, hit em up
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cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
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People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
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cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs
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Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
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see a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
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Caps get peeled on the regular
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cos niggas try to get me for my cellular
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Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
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Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack
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Have the white ho, where the fo'-fo'?
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Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a nigga row
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Bring the money to the rooster
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Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
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Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample ?bran?
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and come back up man
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You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG
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is sooped like Chevro RD
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Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
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Goddamn, gotta break you off sometin
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You wanna know why I bust in half
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Now look at you now
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Huh, and I'm out real fast
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Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
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Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
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Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
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Fuck with the flow and die
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When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
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[Interlude:]
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Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
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What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?
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(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to
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gaffle ya!)
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You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
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Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
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Duck ya head in here man
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[gun shots]
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(What kind of cop killer are you?)
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Say Hi To The Bad Guy
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| Ice Cube |
