M.o.p. - Hip Hop Cops lyrics

(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!