(feat. Wyclef Jean)



[27 second concert skit to open]



[Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER!

[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!

[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!

[Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY

[Wyclef Jean] I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE



[Chorus: all together]

Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters

Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies

Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel

[Lil' Fame (Wyclef)]

But if you continue to fuck with my hood

We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)

If you continue to fuck with my hood



[Lil' Fame]

We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)

Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart

From the suburbs to the gritties blocks

Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit

Impeach the President, this is our residence

So; people people, Mo. People

Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo

Guard yo' family my nigga!  Uh uh, this shit is crazy

Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me

Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then

Ashes to ashes, you bastards

(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again

(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again

(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!

You ain't heard?  Niggaz walk around here with choppers

Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere

They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there



[Chorus]



[Billy Danze]

Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands

Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations

It seems we havin miscommunications

Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin

Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me

A killer on the block with a glock never shook me

And you won't search me unless I tell you you could

This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood

Now don't act up, cause if you act up

I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup

You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts

With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme

And steam through the motherfuckin glass

And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE

You fuckin fag!  Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat

It's like dancin with the devil

In the ghetto we got metal police



[Chorus: first line only]



[Wyclef Jean]

For the hip-hop cops

They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth

I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself

UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville

If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real

Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto

It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows

Things done changed now I live in the meadows

Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo

But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons

My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}

Smoke so much I can't get high no more

I drink so much I can't get drunk no more

What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?

What'chu know about my stress Mr. [WOOP WOOP]

He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some

Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!