paroles de chanson Say Hi To the Bad Guy - Ice Cube
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
ya
As
soon
as
the
national
guard
move
in
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
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
the
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
bitch
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
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,
ah,
nuttin,
they
happen
to
be
donuts?
Ya
got
a
glazed
donut?
How
bout
a
beerclaw?
Ah
if
you
don't
have
one,
I
got
ta
gaffle
ya
What?
You
gon'
gaffle?
Damn!
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
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
'Cause
niggas
try
to
get
me
for
my
cellular
Knick
knack
paddy
wack,
the
mack
daddy's
back
Kidnappin'
hoes
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
'cause
the
OG
Is
souped
like
chef
boy-ar-de
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?
(ah,
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?
Aaah
yeah
homie,
go
on
and
reach
ahead
here
Duck
ya
head
in
here
man
What
kind
of
cop
killer
are
you?
What
kind
of
cop
killer
are
you?
What
kind
of
cop
killer
are
you?
What
kind
of
cop
killer
are
you?
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