Ice Cube — Say Hi To The Bad Guy

[Intro: *guy talking*] 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 Guards 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 thru 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 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?) Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?) (Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?) Aaah... (If you don't have one, I gotta gaffle ya) What? You gon' gaf...Yeah! [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 dat' 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 Hearst jack Have the white ho with a fo'-fo' Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a Negro 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 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 somet'in You wanna know why I bust and how 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 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] Ayo 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?) Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here Tuck ya head in there, man *gunshots* (What kind of a cop killer are you?)