[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
  Guard 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 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
    [Interlude: (Cube talkin with officer)]
    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!
    [Verse 2:]
    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
    [Interlude:]
    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
  [gun shots]
  (What kind of cop killer are you?)