M.O.P. Feat. Wyclef Jean - Hip Hop Cops

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  • Опубликовано: 21 сен 2024
  • Mash Out Posse Featuring Wyclef Jean - Hip Hop Cops
    From the Album: St. Marxmen (2005)
    Lyrics:
    [Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER!
    [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!
    [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!
    [Wyclef Jean] Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY
    [Wyclef Jean] I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE
    [Chorus: all together]
    Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters
    Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies
    Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel
    [Lil' Fame (Wyclef)]
    But if you continue to fuck with my hood
    We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)
    If you continue to fuck with my hood
    [Lil' Fame]
    We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)
    Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart
    From the suburbs to the gritties blocks
    Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit
    Impeach the President, this is our residence
    So; people people, Mo. People
    Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo
    Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy
    Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me
    Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then
    Ashes to ashes, you bastards
    (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again
    (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again
    (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!
    You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers
    Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere
    They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there
    [Chorus]
    [Billy Danze]
    Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands
    Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations
    It seems we havin miscommunications
    Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin
    Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me
    A killer on the block with a glock never shook me
    And you won't search me unless I tell you you could
    This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood
    Now don't act up, cause if you act up
    I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup
    You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts
    With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme
    And steam through the motherfuckin glass
    And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE
    You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat
    It's like dancin with the devil
    In the ghetto we got metal police
    [Chorus: first line only]
    [Wyclef Jean]
    For the hip-hop cops
    They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth
    I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself
    UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville
    If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real
    Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto
    It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows
    Things done changed now I live in the meadows
    Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo
    But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons
    My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}
    Smoke so much I can't get high no more
    I drink so much I can't get drunk no more
    What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?
    What'chu know about my stress Mr. [WOOP WOOP]
    He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some
    Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!

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