Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
Duck ya head in here man
And come back up man
Throw a penalty of ass interference
Bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National
Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
Gaffle ya!)
Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bitch
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Goddamn, gotta break you off somethin
Steady mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood
Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
I never knew ya
To the right of me and to the left of me
Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Goddamn, here comes the canine
Have the white ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Now look at you now
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
On the plane to South Central
Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?)
Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf Yeah
People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
Fuck with the flow and die
Bring the money to the rooster
Better run fast cause the dobermans pinch
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
Is souped like Chef boyardee
Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample brand
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to
No lie say hi to the bad guy
See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a negro
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
Cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
You wanna know why I bust in half
Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
See one-time, hit em up
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG
Guard move in
Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Caps get peeled on the regular
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
