Lyrics:

Intro (Guy Talking) **lf****lf**good Evening. Police Do Not Try To Adjust Your Radios. There Is Nothing **lf**wrong. We Have Takin Control Over This City As To Bring You This Special **lf**bulletin And We Will Return This Motherfucker To Ya As Soon As The National **lf**guard Move In. **lf****lf**verse 1 **lf****lf**the Cops Wanna Catch The Nigga That Won''t Fetch **lf**but I''ll Blast Ya Never Call Ya Master **lf**who Is That Kickin Up Shit Much Faster **lf**rollin On A Scooter, You Know I Might Do Ya **lf**see A Black Clock And My Buckshots Run Right Thru Ya **lf**i Never Knew Ya **lf**cos I''m Not A Trick **lf**you Can Suck The Biggity-Dick, I''m Not The Piggity-Pig **lf**i Get Away Quickity-Quick **lf**on The Plane To South Central **lf**never Get Played By The Monkey Wrench Ho **lf**staedy Mobbin I''m Just Like Robin Hood **lf**up To No Good, So Many Bitches On My Wood **lf**to The Right Of Me And To The Left Of Me **lf**bitch, I Got So Much Game I Need A Referee **lf**throw A Penalty Of Ass Interference **lf**damn, Y''all Over Me, So Bitch Get On The Bitch **lf**here Comes The Cops So I Better Hit The Fence **lf**better Run Fast Cos The Dobermans Pinch **lf**and I Won''t Play Mine In The Daytime **lf**goddamn, Here Comes The Canine **lf**four Legged Copper That Wants To Use Ice Cube As A Whopper **lf**but Who''s The First Nigga To Outrun A Chopper **lf**no Lie Say Hi To The Bad Guy **lf****lf**interlude (Cube Talkin With Officer) **lf****lf**fuck! (Hey Guys, Where Ya Headed) **lf**nowhere, Man (Got Your Licence And Registration) **lf**yeah, Hold Up, Right Here (Hey, What''s In That Box Back There) **lf**nuttin, Aah, Nuttin (They Happen To Be Donuts) **lf**(Ya Got A Glazed Donut How Bout A Beerclaw) **lf**aaah... (If You Don''t Have One, I Got Ta Gaffle Ya) **lf**what You Gon'' Gaf... Yeah! **lf****lf**verse 2 **lf****lf**see One-Time, Hit Em Up **lf**cos You Know The Lench Mob Is Down To Get Em Up **lf**people Think Ice Cube Roll With The Gangs **lf**cos I''m In A Coupe De Sittin On Thangs **lf**ain''t Gotta Tell Me Twice About The Jack **lf**see A Got A 9 In My Lap Ta Take Care Of That **lf**caps Get Peeled On The Regular **lf**cos Niggas Try To Get Me For My Cellular **lf**knick Knack Paddy Wack, The Mack Daddy''s Back **lf**kidnappin Hos Like The Patty Hurst Jack **lf**have The White Ho, Where The Fo''-Fo'' **lf**go Rob A Liquor Store, They Can''t Blame It On A Nigga Row **lf**bring The Money To The Rooster **lf**had The Bitch And The Mob Bein The Booster **lf**damn, Can''t Stand When The Bitch Get Sent To Sample Bran **lf**and Come Back Up Man **lf**you Wanna Point The Finger At Me Cos The Og **lf**is Sooped Like Chevro Rd **lf**humpin, Jumpin, Had The Place Jumpin **lf**goddamn, Gotta Break You Off Sometin **lf**you Wanna Know Why I Bust In Half **lf**now Look At You Now **lf**huh, And I''m Out Real Fast **lf**get The Paper Out Yo'' Ass, Baby **lf**yo, Here We Go, Listen To The Po'' **lf**shoot The Bo-Bo And Act Like Ya Know, Ho **lf**fuck With The Flow And Die **lf**when I Walk By Say Hi To The Bad Guy **lf****lf**interlude **lf****lf**ai Yo Man, There''s Just One Left (I''ll Make A Deal With Ya) **lf**what (Aah, Ya Got One Of Those Powdered Donuts **lf**(How Bout That Twister If It Have Cream In The Middle, I''m Gonna Have To **lf**gaffle Ya!) **lf**you Gon'' Gaffle Us (Hey, Can I Reach Back There And Get One0 **lf**aaah Yeah Homie, Go On And Reach Ahead Here **lf**duck Ya Head In Here Man **lf**gun Shots **lf**(What Kind Of Cop Killer Are You