Good evening. Police, do not attempt 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   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 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 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, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)   (Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)   Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya)   What? You gon' gaf Yeah      See one-time, hit em up   Cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up   People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs   Cos 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 hos like the Patty Hurst 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 sample brand   And come back up man   You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG   Is souped like Chef boyardee   Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin   Goddamn, gotta break you off somethin   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? (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?0   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?)