Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say Hi To The Bad Guy , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 26.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Say Hi To The Bad Guy |
| 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 |
| Guard move in. |
| 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 clock and my buckshots run right thru ya |
| I never knew ya |
| Cos 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 |
| Staedy 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 bitch |
| Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence |
| Better run fast cos 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 |
| Fuck! |
| (Hey guys, where ya headed?) |
| Nowhere, man (Got your licence 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 beerclaw?) |
| Aaah… (If you don’t have one, I got ta gaffle ya) |
| What? |
| You gon' gaf… Yeah! |
| See one-time, hit em up |
| cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up |
| People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs |
| cos I’m in a coupe de 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 |
| cos niggas try to get me for my cellular |
| Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy’s back |
| Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack |
| Have the white ho, where the fo'-fo'? |
| Go rob a liquor store, they can’t blame it on a nigga row |
| 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 sample? |
| bran? |
| and come back up man |
| You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG |
| is sooped like Chevro RD |
| Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin |
| Goddamn, gotta break you off sometin |
| You wanna know why I bust in half |
| 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 po' |
| 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 |
| Ai yo 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?0 |
| Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here |
| Duck ya head in here man |
| (What kind of cop killer are you?) |