Ice Cube

Ice Cube - Say Hi To The Bad Guy lyrics

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Good evening. Police  do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing
 wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special
 bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya 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 clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
 I never knew ya
 Cos I'm not a trick
 You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
 I get away quickity-quick
 on the plane to South Central
 Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
 Staedy 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 bitch
 Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
 Better run fast cos 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: (*Cube talkin with officer*)

 Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
 Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?)
 Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's 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 don't have one, I got ta gaffle ya)
 What? You gon' gaf... Yeah!

 Verse 2:

 See one-time, hit em up
 cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
 People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
 cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs
 Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
 see a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
 Caps get peeled on the regular
 cos niggas try to get me for my cellular
 Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
 Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack
 Have the white ho, where the fo'-fo'?
 Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a nigga row
 Bring the money to the rooster
 Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
 Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample *?bran?*
 and come back up man
 You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG
 is sooped like Chevro RD
 Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
 Goddamn, gotta break you off sometin
 You wanna know why I bust in half
 Now look at you now
 Huh, and I'm out real fast
 Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
 Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
 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


 Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll 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, I'm gonna have to
 gaffle ya!)
 You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
 Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
 Duck ya head in here man
 *gun shots*
 (What kind of cop killer are you
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Author: Ice Cube

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Inc.


Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: The Predator (1992)

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