Lyrics

Ma'am, I need you to take a step back You're facing the law, not the clerk at The Gap Yeah, we're cops Yeah, we're cops You'd better shape on up You better empty out all of them pockets But don't empty out all of them pockets Yeah, we're cops Yeah, we're cops And we make sense Show me your hands! Show me those jazz hands Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs Show me your hands Show me those jazz hands Or I might Be inclined To shoot you up You go forty in a thirty-five Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived 'Cause we're cops Yeah, we're cops We're up in your shi-et Kathy lost her cat in a tree Contact Fire, not the HFPD 'Cause we're cops Yeah, we're cops Her cat is dead! Show me your hands Show me those jazz hands Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs Show me your hands Show me those jazz hands Or I might Be inclined to shoot you Step away from the vehicle Step away from the vehicle Get back in the vehicle Get back in the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle Do the things I say, I'm a cop Step away from the vehicle (Get those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo} Step away from the vehicle (Get those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo} Get back in the vehicle (Put those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo} Get back in the vehicle (Put those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo} Slowly get out of the vehicle (Get those hands up) Slowly get out of the vehicle (Get those hands up) Do the things I say (Up, down!) I'm a cop! 9-1-1, emergency call Got a 4-1-1, at a shopping mall Better pack your heat and utility belt Any mall rats comin' in hot, they'll melt Sarge, that's your wife on the 9-1-1 What that bitch want, Sarge She wants to snug Grab your nine millimetre and a doughnut bucket Want my badge number Put in your mouth and suck it! Oh, Sam, please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby! Show me your hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra) Show me those jazz hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra) Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra) Show me your hands (uh-ba-pa-ra-ba-ra) Show me those jazz hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra) Or I might Be inclined To shoot you
Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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