Lyrics Hip Hop Police - Puppetmastaz

Hip Hop Police

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 shit strong shit
Right shit not the wrong shit
Super fraggatronic puppet action
Makin' you embarassed 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 shit to be itchin' me like flees
I tease you with da hard erected
Yes frogs got dicks, what did you expect shit
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
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 passport
Slipping through security at the airport
Croucho picked me up in the helicopter
The fuzz killing 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