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M.O.P. Feat. Wyclef Jean - Hip Hop Cops

Mash Out Posse Featuring Wyclef Jean - Hip Hop Cops From the Album: St. Marxmen (2005) Lyrics: [Billy Danze] MOTHERFUCKER! [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 fuck with my hood We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct) If you continue to fuck with my hood [Lil' Fame] We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct) Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart From the suburbs to the gritties blocks Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit Impeach the President, this is our residence So; people people, Mo. People Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then Ashes to ashes, you bastards (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper! You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers Take yo' ass 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 bullshit 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' faggot, 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 motherfuckin glass And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE You fuckin fag! 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!