Throw Your Hands in the Air lyrics

Me, Colin, Johnny and Moe
In my drop six-eight, the perv was on, and
I was spankin, a full tank and
Feelin great, tape deck, Shabba Rank-in
Headin East on five-eighty, the sun was shinin
Top down, I guess you could say we was excited
Cause John had the hook up
In Hayward, and I was ready to cook, but
The day was just startin
And in no time flat, it began to fall apart when
I looked into my rear view mirror
The bass was slammin, I guess I couldn't hear the
Sirens, yeah it was po-po
And that's O.P.D., for those who don't know
We pulled over, to see what it was all about
He drew his gun and began to shout

Chorus: repeat 2X

"Throw your hands in the air!"
"Freeze, freeze, bout to" "pull this trigger" --] Slick Rick
"Throw your hands in the air!"
"Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up"

I say, "Whoa -- don't get excited"
He said, "Shut up little nig-gha, you wanna bite it?
Don't bother, there was a robbery
You look guilty, as far as I can see"
Strip searched, where's the drugs and the money?
Oh you caught me, but
I'm in the backseat handcuffed
But that's when another cop car rolled up
He said, "Yo -- you gotta let em slide
We caught the motherf*ckers over on the Westside"
He said, "Oh," with a bitter frown
"That's cool, but I'll see ya round"
We jumped in the Mustang, police brutality's
An everyday thing, where I live
But it made me kind of hungry
But this certain, 7-11 it was the wrong scene
I reached for a chicken sandwich
My brother Colin said, "Damn!"
Cause the man at the front had a sawed-off
He shot once in the air, and then he called off