(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[27 second concert skit to open]
[Billy Danze] MOTHERfu*kER!
[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 f** with my hood
We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)
If you continue to f** with my hood
[Lil' Fame]
We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)
Tear this whole... motherf**in city apart
From the suburbs to the gritties blocks
Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullsh**
Impeach the President, this is our residence
So; people people, Mo. People
Bring yo' n***az bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo
Guard yo' family my n***a! Uh uh, this sh** is crazy
f** Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me
Uhh, burn them motherf**ers 'til then
Ashes to ashes, you ba*tards
(Look at these a**holes) Up in the wrong hood again
(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again
(Yo' a** gon' burn) You lil' young-a** copper!
You ain't heard? n***az walk around here with choppers
Take yo' a** 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 bullsh** I'm facin
Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me
A k**er 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' f*ggot, 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 motherf**in gla**
And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE
You f**in f*g! 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!