Say Hi To The Bad Guy Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

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 

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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 souped like chef boy-ar-de 

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 

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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? )