Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Police , by - Puppetmastaz. Song from the album Creature Funk, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2004
Record label: EMI Germany, Virgin
Song language: English
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 |