Public Enemy — Get The F... Outta Dodge

[Intro: Flavor Flav + Chuck D] Yo, this is a different neighborhood (Yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? Word up Yeah, rockin' on boomin' **** They, they got no cussin' version for nobody, man Rockin' on boomin' **** Ya goddamn right [Verse 1: Chuck D] I was wheelin' with the boom in the back The treble was level, I like it like that (Yeah!) I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin' Five-O looked and said, "Hold it!" And I stopped still, I never got ill Cus my license was clean and I showed it A peace pow-wow Instead of pow-pow I'm straight up and I'm straight, how you like me now? A brother know how you do, you're straight from Babylon (Yeah!) A brother know how you do, you're straight from Babylon They said turn it down, this is a new law You never seen us before, but we're raw like a war They warned me once, they warned me twice So I knew I was warned, they had it goin' on I got the **** outta dodge with my Bronco Sixty miles per hour, one mile to go And I be pumpin' the sound, drownin' out the cars Which tape should I rock, LL's or Ra's? I'm in the streets of New York (Go away!) I pop in my Kool G Rap and Polo tape They was at it again, sirens in the air (Aw, ****) So I'm outta here (Yeah!) But the blue in the front called the blue in the back They cut me off, stopped me dead in the tracks But this is minimal, I'm not a criminal Always did what I did because I'm not a kid (Yeah!) And I looked around, they stared me down, told me what I did I ain't with it Cause word around town was a stickup, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!) B-boy ***** in a pickup But I was jeepin' and creepin', just a kissin' it down, sound Here we go, the run around Blamin' me for my hardcore roar But they the one with the forty-four I'm just coolin', I know the beat is rulin' Too loud for the crowd, the bass is large, yeah So I'll get the **** outta dodge That's right y'all, El Commando El Commando, you're in demand-o [Verse 2: True Mathematics as Sgt. Hawkes] Sgt. Hawkes and I'm down with the cop scene I'm a rookie and I'm rollin' with a SWAT team Packin' a nine, can't wait to use it Crooked cops, yeah, that's my music Up against the wall, don't gimme no lip, son A bank is robbed and you fit the description And I ain't your mama and I ain't your pops Keep your music down or you might get shot This is a warnin', so watch your tail Or I'm a have to put your *** in jail I'm the police and I'm in charge You don't like it, get the **** outta dodge