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Say Hi To The Bad Guy
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
Parliament
Parliament
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Bootsy Collins
Bootsy Collins
Songwriter
Sylvester Stewart
Sylvester Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Producer
Brian Gardner
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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