Say Hi To The Bad Guy

Lyrics

[Intro] Good evening Police, do not attempt to adjust your radios, there is nothing wrong We have taken control over this city as to bring you this special bulletin And we will return this motherfucker to you As soon as the National Guard move in [Verse 1] The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch But I'll blast ya, never call ya master Who is that kickin' up shit much faster? Rollin' on a scooter, you know I might do ya See a Black cop and my buckshots run right through ya I never knew ya 'Cause I'm not a trick You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig I get away quickity-quick on a plane to South Central Never get played by the monkey wrench ho Steady mobbin', I'm just like Robin Hood Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood To the right of me and to the left of me Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee Throw a penalty of ass interference Damn, y'all over me, so bitch, get on the bench Here comes the cops, so I better hit the fence Better run fast 'cause the Dobermans pinch And I won't play mine in the daytime Goddamn, here comes the canine Four-legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a Whopper But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper? No lie, say hi to the bad guy [Interlude] Fuck (Hey guys, where ya headed?) Nowhere, man (Got your license and registration?) Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?) Nah, nothin', nothin' (They happen to be donuts?) Huh? (Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bear claw?) Uh (If you don't have one, I gotta gaffle ya) What? You gon' gaf— damn [Verse 2] See one time, hit 'em up 'Cause you know the Lench Mob is down to get 'em up People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs 'Cause I'm in a coupe that's sittin' on thangs Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack See, I got a .9 in my lap to take care of that Caps get peeled on the regular 'Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular Knick-knack, paddy-wack, the mack daddy's back Kidnappin' hoes like the Patty Hearst jack Have the white ho with a .44 Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a nigga-ro Bring the money to the rooster Had a bitch in the mall bein' a booster Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to Sybil Brand And come back a man You wanna point the finger at me 'cause the OG Is souped like Chef Boyardee Humpin', jumpin', had the place jumpin' Goddamn, gotta break you off somethin' You wanna know why I bust and how (Click-click) Now look at you now Huh, and I'm out real fast Get the paper out your ass, baby Yo, here we go, listen to the pro Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho Fuck with the flow and die When I walk by, say hi to the bad guy [Outro] C'mon, man, it's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya) What? (Ahh, ya got one of those powdered donuts?) How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to gaffle ya! You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?) Uh, yeah, homie Go on and reach your head in (We got a lot of donuts left) Duck your head in there, man *gunshots* What kind of a cop killer are you? What kind of a cop killer are you? What kind of a cop killer are you? What kind of a cop killer are you? What kind of a cop killer are you?