Soundtrack: Bad Boys
Title: Five-O, Five-O (Here They Come) (69 Boyz)
[Intro]
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Five O, Five O, there they go, there they go
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Bad Boys want it so, gotta go, gotta go
[69 Boyz]
[Verse 1]
Ooohweee, Five O on the creep
Raise the 6-4 off the concrete
Move quick, Bad Boys in hot pursuit
cos they think I got the loot
But, they got to catch my ChevroLET
I am PAID, A-L-A
OK, it gon' happen do'
cos the gas man's passed the flow
Y'know, the part of the night at Illusions
we bring this conclusion
Uhh, if ya plan on jammin, then
my 6-4 best to keep scrammin
So hold on cos I'm dippin thru the alleyways
Roll down your windows, poor out the Alize
Cos if we get a D-U-I
Then your ol' boys will go pop
cos here they come
[Chorus]
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to DIP?!?)
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to GO?!?)
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to DIP?!?)
Five O, Five O, there they go, there they go
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to DIP?!?)
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to GO?!?)
Here they come, here they come (Is it time to DIP?!?)
Bad Boys want it so, gotta go, gotta go
[69 Boyz]
[Verse 2]
Bad Boys, Bad Boys, what'cha gon' do?
You gotta catch me and my crew
but, if ya wanna see me in the back seat
huh, ya gotta win this track meet
Uh, now to win first place, be in good shape
and, prepare for a good chase
Cos I'm jumpin over gates and on top of Corvettes
like ?Tony Dorsette?
and I bet that'cha can't catch me though
cos donuts make you run slow, y'know
But you have a good chance, if
you take off the tight blue pants, and
Call your boys on the CB, uhh
and tell em if they see me
to throw me down and hold me down
but first you gotta slow me down
Cos here they COME!
[Chorus]
[69 Boyz, K-Knock]
[Verse 3]
Me, K-Knock in the wrong
Uhh, tryin to get our party on
When I looked in the rearview
we see blue, K what we gon' do?
Put that thing to the blow, yo
We gotta go, we gotta go, and
don't stop for one red light
til them boys' outta sight, aight
Makin sure them po-po's
say all they saw was a LS and mo' and mo'
Cos before we catch a case
we gotta throw dust in they face
Ain't no thang for the love for the jerk
And let's put these po-po's to work, uhh
Cos when his tyres start to smoke, huhh
That's all she wrote, cos here they come
