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m o p - hip hop cops lyrics

[27 second concert skit to open]

[billy danze] motherf-cker!
[wyclef jean] watch out for de hip-hop cops, ayyyyyyyyy!
[wyclef jean] watch out for de hip-hop cops, ayyyyyyyyy!
[wyclef jean] watch out for de hip-hop cops, ayy
[wyclef jean] i was walkin down flatbush avvvvve

[chorus: all together]
police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters
policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies
stick up kids in the ‘ville, dem a run around with blue steel
[lil’ fame (wyclef)]
but if you continue to f-ck with my hood
we gon’ burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)
if you continue to f-ck with my hood

[lil’ fame]
we gon’… we gon’ (burn down the precinct)
tear this whole… motherf-ckin city apart
from the suburbs to the gritties blocks
stop that ol’ bloomberg, bullsh-t
impeach the president, this is our residence
so; people people, mo. people
bring yo’ n-gg-z bring yo’ hammers bring yo’ ammo
guard yo’ family my n-gg-! uh uh, this sh-t is crazy
f-ck private ryan, yo’ hood don’t shame me
uhh, burn them motherf-ckers ’til then
ashes to ashes, you b-st-rds
(look at these -ssholes) up in the wrong hood again
(they just don’t learn) stuck in the wrong hood again
(yo’ -ss gon’ burn) you lil’ young–ss copper!
you ain’t heard? n-gg-z walk around here with choppers
take yo’ -ss on back to st. elsewhere
they got, all the narcotics that you want, over there

[chorus]

[billy danze]
excuse me mr. officer; let me see yo’ hands
yo’ license, yo’ insurance, yo’ registrations
it seems we havin miscommunications
like it ain’t enough bullsh-t i’m facin
besides you a rookie, it’ll be more than a pleasure to book me
a killer on the block with a glock never shook me
and you won’t search me unless i tell you you could
this ain’t one police plaza you lil’ f-ggot, this the hood
now don’t act up, cause if you act up
i’ma act up, and you gon’ need a lil’ backup
you make me wanna roll up, to dunkin’ donuts
with a ar-15 and take it to the extreme
and steam through the motherf-ckin gl-ss
and put a da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dent in your badge
you f-ckin f-g! keep snoozin as you walkin the beat
it’s like dancin with the devil
in the ghetto we got metal police

[chorus: first line only]

[wyclef jean]
for the hip-hop cops
they said i changed, ever since i got the wealth
i ain’t changed, it’s just hard battlin myself
uhh, gyeah, i’m with them kids from brownsville
if your chain is heavy deep, man they so f’real
trust me – ayyyy – i was raised in the ghetto
it gets spooky at night, i saw fiends talkin to they shadows
things done changed now i live in the meadows
cribs so big when i speak you can hear a echo
but vanity is vanity (ay!) life in the hamptons
my f-1 mclaren can’t fit in my {?}
smoke so much i can’t get high no more
i drink so much i can’t get drunk no more
what’chu know about my stress mr. officer, officer?
what’chu know about my stress mr. [woop woop]
he told me he’d let me go if i’d play some
jimi hendrix electric guitar, ayyyyyyyyy!

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