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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Vocals
Parliament
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Songwriter
Bootsy Collins
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
George Clinton
Songwriter
Sylvester Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Jinx
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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?
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, Sylvester Stewart
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