Juice Magazin - Hip Hop Police lyrics

Intro Maloke: Yo yo yo Mr. Maloke 'n' hip hop police so shockin' Off the back, off the back, I didn't do nothing Yeah Mr. Maloke 'n' talk about stalkings This was my last chance, now I be comin' With da flim-flam tri-part, big nose What crazy long sh** strong sh** Right sh** not the wrong sh** Chorus: Super fraggatronic puppet action Makin' you embara**ed to be part of a rap fraction Pit: Superpower unit oh lord, lady Shake dat booty, I know it sounds fady But change da gears lady You gotta try hard to see light inside 'o my soul, baby Hip-hop-police's showin light but da picture I saw's too greyney I can't see nothing, on yo knees I want figgas like you explicity to say please When I step on figgas be putting da clap on They be throwin dat serious sh** to be itchin' me like flees I tease you with da hard erected Yes frogs got dicks, what did you expect sh** Gotta lick dem shot, gotta lick dem tits 'cause your task is da coocoomanka cause me rhymes is hot From da pit ahaha evergreen spot SNUGGLES: Figgas what would you rap about Without wack mcs youd feel the drought Give it up one two three for me Dont need a shield cos im liquid g Liquidise before eyes can't see through can't see me Bunnys bounce to fast to flee Beat the bounds im breakin free Your hip hops in uniform Why don't you blow your puny horn Watch me rap like a unicorn Sun goes up, its newly born Break it down for the break of dawn Shake the shore with the beam i shone Signalise tapdancin morse Hip hop police better change the laws Hip hop police we derange your laws Chorus [Sample] MALOKE: Stop - Freeze - Hip Hop Cops You have the right to remain in the creature shop Or you can chill in a c old chillin' cell Oh well, don't ask don't tell Don't rock the boat for Pete's sake No room for mistakes in this hip hop police state Search warrants for overpaid informants Puppet Mastaz always a performance Swattin like SWAT teams that swat flies We on the rise cause we got wise To the boys downtown they took us and book us Shook us down to the tuckus for causin a ruckus We broke the law, law daw de daw I ain"t sure what I saw but it looked like a claw Tapped me on the shoulder - Tap Tap And said Mr Maloke "Do you have a permit to rap?" I said: No cause I give a hoot For wannabe brutes in Tim Boots and matching tracksuits Now they got me on the lam with a fake pa**port Slipping through security at the airport Croucho picked me up in the helicopter The fuzz k**ing the buzz of Mr Malock, ah You look the same you sound the same you act the same Y'all should hang your headphones in shame