Ice Cube - Say Hi To The Bad Guy Lyrics
Intro: (*guy talking*)Good evening. police, do not try to adjust your radios. there is nothingWrong. we have takin control over this city as to bring you this specialBulletin and we will return this mother*****er to ya as soon as the nationalGuard move in.Verse 1:The cops wanna catch the nigga that wont fetchBut Ill blast ya, never call ya masterWho is that kickin up shit much faster?Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do yaSee a black clock and my buckshots run right thru yaI never knew yaCos Im not a trickYou can suck the biggity-dick, Im not the piggity-pigI get away quickity-quickOn the plane to south centralNever get played by the monkey wrench hoStaedy mobbin Im just like robin hoodUp to no good, so many *****es on my woodTo the right of me and to the left of me*****, I got so much game I need a refereeThrow a penalty of ass interferenceDamn, yall over me, so ***** get on the *****Here comes the cops so I better hit the fenceBetter run fast cos the dobermans pinchAnd I wont play mine in the daytimeGoddamn, here comes the canineFour legged copper that wants to use ice cube as a whopperBut whos the first nigga to outrun a chopper?No lie say hi to the bad guyInterlude: (*cube talkin with officer*)*****! (hey guys, where ya headed? )Nowhere, man (got your licence and registration? )Yeah, hold up, right here (hey, whats in that box back there? )Nuttin, aah, nuttin (they happen to be donuts? )(ya got a glazed donut? how bout a beerclaw? )Aaah... (if you dont have one, I got ta gaffle ya)What? you gon gaf... yeah!Verse 2:See one-time, hit em upCos you know the lench mob is down to get em upPeople think ice cube roll with the gangsCos Im in a coupe de sittin on thangsAint gotta tell me twice about the jackSee a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of thatCaps get peeled on the regularCos niggas try to get me for my cellularKnick knack paddy wack, the mack daddys backKidnappin hos like the patty hurst jackHave the white ho, where the fo-fo?Go rob a liquor store, they cant blame it on a nigga rowBring the money to the roosterHad the ***** and the mob bein the boosterDamn, cant stand when the ***** get sent to sample *? bran? *And come back up manYou wanna point the finger at me cos the ogIs sooped like chevro rdHumpin, jumpin, had the place jumpinGoddamn, gotta break you off sometinYou wanna know why I bust in halfNow look at you nowHuh, and Im out real fastGet the paper out yo ass, babyYo, here we go, listen to the poShoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho***** with the flow and dieWhen I walk by say hi to the bad guyInterlude:Ai yo man, theres just one left (Ill make a deal with ya)What? (aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?(how bout that twister? if it have cream in the middle, Im gonna have toGaffle ya!)You gon gaffle us? (hey, can I reach back there and get one? 0Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead hereDuck ya head in here man*gun shots*(what kind of cop killer are you? )
