Released: November 17, 1992
Songwriter: Ice Cube
Producer: Sir Jinx
[Intro: *guy talking*]
Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National Guards move in
[Verse 1]
The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black cop and my buckshots run right thru ya
I never knew ya
'Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
To the right of me and to the left of me
Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
Throw a penalty of ass interference
Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bench
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast 'cause the Dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the canine
Four-legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy
[Interlude]
Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your license and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)
Aaah... (If you don't have one, I gotta gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf...Yeah!
[Verse 2]
See one-time, hit em up
'Cause you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
'Cause I'm in a coupe dat' sittin' on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
Caps get peeled on the regular
'Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin hoes like the Patty Hearst jack
Have the white ho with a fo'-fo'
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a Negro
Bring the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to Sybil Brand
And come back a man
You wanna point the finger at me 'cause the OG
Is souped like Chef Boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off somet'in
You wanna know why I bust and how
Now look at you now
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, listen to the pro
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck with the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
[Outro]
Ayo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?)
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to gaffle ya!)
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?)
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Tuck ya head in there, man
*gunshots*
(What kind of a cop killer are you?)
Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National Guards move in
[Verse 1]
The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black cop and my buckshots run right thru ya
I never knew ya
'Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
To the right of me and to the left of me
Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
Throw a penalty of ass interference
Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bench
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast 'cause the Dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the canine
Four-legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy
[Interlude]
Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your license and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)
Aaah... (If you don't have one, I gotta gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf...Yeah!
[Verse 2]
See one-time, hit em up
'Cause you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
'Cause I'm in a coupe dat' sittin' on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
Caps get peeled on the regular
'Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin hoes like the Patty Hearst jack
Have the white ho with a fo'-fo'
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a Negro
Bring the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to Sybil Brand
And come back a man
You wanna point the finger at me 'cause the OG
Is souped like Chef Boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off somet'in
You wanna know why I bust and how
Now look at you now
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, listen to the pro
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck with the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
[Outro]
Ayo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?)
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to gaffle ya!)
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?)
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Tuck ya head in there, man
*gunshots*
(What kind of a cop killer are you?)
more tracks from the album
The Predator
- It Was a Good Day
- Fuck ’em (insert)
- Integration (Insert)
- First Day of School (Intro)
- I’m Scared (Insert)
- Now I Gotta Wet’Cha
- Wicked
- When Will They Shoot?
- We Had to Tear This Muthafucka Up
- Don’t Trust Em
- Gangsta’s Fairytale 2
- Say Hi To The Bad Guy
- The Predator
- Dirty Mack
- Who Got the Camera?
- Check Yo Self
From the album
- The Predator (1992)
Ice Cube popular songs
- No Vaseline
- It Was a Good Day
- Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It
- Check Yo Self
- You Know How We Do It
- Hello
- Check Yo Self (Remix)
- The Nigga Ya Love to Hate
- Why We Thugs
- Good Cop Bad Cop
- Arrest The President
- You Can Do It
- Nobody Wants to Die
- Go to Church
- Hood Mentality
- Smoke Some Weed
- Ghetto Vet
- AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted
- Friday
- Steady Mobbin’
- Black Korea
- Everythang’s Corrupt
- A Bird in the Hand
- Ghetto Bird