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(hip hop music)

- You are the man with the car that goes.

(hip hop music)

What going on, white boy?

- [Man] What's up, homie?

- You got the shit?

- [Man] Yeah I got the shit.

You got the money?

- I got the money, man.

Check it out.

All here.

(intense music)

- [Man] It looks good.

- We good?
(intense music)

- There's just one motherfucking problem.

- You got a fucking problem?

You got all the fucking
money they made right here.

I'm gonna box your face on some rocks!

(tense music)

You know, for code,
there's some shit then.

Bald head fucking ass.

What the fuck wrong with you?

I give you all the fucking money.

Give me my fucking drugs.

You fucking peel-head motherfucker, you.

You fucking small, too!

You talk too much shit.

Give me my fucking shit.

Fuck.

I'll tell you what your problem is.

The problem's with your fucking ass.

Here we go, white boy.

You don't fucking give me
my drug within five seconds.

- [Man] What you gonna do?

- What's the problem?

- [Man] I'll kill you mother fucker.

(gun shooting)

(intense music)

Now I'm gonna cut your fucking eyes.

- Drop it.

(gun cocking)

I said fucking drop it.

Now.

Now put your hands on your head.

Good.

Turn around.

Nice and slow.

Holy shit.

I fucking knew it was you.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If can't afford one one
will be accorded to you.

Do you understand these rights?

I said do you understand
these fucking rights?

Answer me or I will be forced
to treat you as a hostile.

- I don't think so.

Drop your gun now before
I split your fucking wig.

- What are you doing here?

- Taking care of business.

- [Officer] Stand down.

- We should do this together, partner.

Let me help you.

- Don't call me that,
I'm not your partner.

- I know we had our differences

but let's do something together for once.

It's just you and me here.

We can both win.

- Stand down, this is my bust.

- All right man is this how you want it ?

- Drop the gun.

- No man, you can't tell me what to do.

- Fucking do it.

Get out of here.

- You can't tell me what to do.

- Drop your fucking weapon right now.

- No man.

- Give me that.

- God damn it, Ozone.

I told you to leave.

Now I don't have a fucking clean shot.

- Let me go.

- Drop the fucking gun.

- Somebody gonna die today.

You drop it.

- Drop your weapon

or I will kill you and

I will kill him.

Just fucking try.

- Don't move.

- It doesn't have to happen this way.

- Fuck.

- Goddamn it.

(gun shooting)

- No, no.

- See you in hell, kid.

(gun shooting)

- Officer down, officer down.

Need an ambulance now, hurry up.

(sirens wailing)

♪ Good cap, bad cap ♪

♪ Get off of your ass cop ♪

♪ Grab the flask cop ♪

(indistinct rapping)

♪ Get off of your ass cop ♪

♪ Grab the flask cop ♪

♪ Undercover control, SWAT ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop, bad cop ♪

♪ Good cop ♪

(ethereal music)

(yelling)

(laughing)

(yelling)

I swear to God, I'll
find the mother fucker.

I'm gonna find that mother fucker.

I'm gonna stick a gun right
down his fucking throat.

I'm gonna eat my fucking gun.

(intense music, chattering)

(yelling)

(ethereal music)

(intense music)

(laughing)

(grunting)

(whispering)

Where the fuck is you?

Where the fuck is you?

Where the fuck is you?

Why you following me?

Who the the fuck is that?

Who the fuck is that?

Why you following me?

Why you following me?

(intense music)

Where the fuck is you?

(indistinct rapping)

(whispering)

(chattering)

(laughing)

I should be a fucking rapper.

Shit don't work anyway.

Mother fucking cashless state.

Come on, you can do this.

Come on, you can do this.

(intense music)

(breathing heavily)

That's good shit.

- Whoa, man, where the fuck do
you think you're going, huh?

Fucking scrub.

Yeah, everyone else might
believe your fucking bullshit,

I don't believe none of it.

I fucking know.

Yeah, look at, you won't
even fucking look at me.

You're fucking high right now, aren't you?

Yeah, I bet you fucking are.

This is gonna be gone
when I'm done with you.

If I'm lucky, you won't
just be behind bars,

you'll be pushing up fucking daisies.

Cop killer.

Get out of my face.

(grunting)

(chattering)

(grunting)

- Focus, focus.

- Ozone.

Damn, what's that smell?

- What smell?

(sniffing)

I don't smell anything.

- Smell like bleach.

- At least I don't smell like ass.

Who's the new guy?

- What new guy?

- Over there?

- Over where?

- He was just talking to Candy.

- I don't see anyone.

- Right over there.

Bald headed mother fucker.

Nevermind.

So.

What do you need to talk to me about?

What is this?

- Read it and weep, buddy.

I assigned you a new partner.

- Captain, I told you, I'd
rather be out there alone.

- You know what, Ozone?

Nobody wants to partner
up with you, either.

You know that.

Lucky thing is, you don't
make the rules, I do.

OK?

I ain't letting you go on
the streets by yourself.

It ain't gonna happen.

- I see what it is.

You just don't trust me, huh?

Captain, I told you, I'm a grown ass man.

I don't need no babysitter.

- Well.

You've been assigned one.

And that's that, buddy.

- Who?

- Haggard.

- No fucking way.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do this to me, Captain.

Anybody but him.

Fuck him.

I hate that mother fucker.

- OK.

Well, you know what, Ozone?

It's done.

He's even less excited about
it than you are, believe that.

- Captain, please.

You're gonna make me have
to kill this mother fucker.

- Is it that serious, Ozone?

It's all like drama and shit?

I'll see what I can do.

But, I guarantee you this.

First file lands on my desk is yours.

- All right.

That's fine.

As long as it ain't Haggard.

- I'll see what I can do, OK?

But I need you to do me a favor, too.

So I need you to put
your big girl panties on,

stop your bitching, your
moaning, your complaining.

OK, and get your milk
drinking mother fucking ass

out of my office now.

Shit.

(laughing)

- Ozone.

You little bitch, I thought you were

fucking going home, huh?

This place is for real cops.

Not fucking shitbags like you.

- Damn, Haggard.

I've had enough of your shit.

- You gonna do something about it, Ozone?

You gonna do something?

- Yeah, I'm gonna do something about it.

- What you gonna do?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

- You know what?

You ain't worth it.

- You ain't worth being a cop.

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

(grunting)

- Oh God, it's coming.

Oh God, it's coming up.

(retching)

(flushing)

(breathing heavily)

(atonal music)

(grunting)

- This is an extension of my dick.

- What was that about, man?

- Hey, you ain't got
to thank me or nothing.

- Thank you, but I could
have handled that myself.

- Yeah, I noticed.

- Who are you, anyway?

- I'm your new partner.

Here's my file.

Check it out for yourself.

- My new partner?

Damn, so you're the unlucky
bastard who got stuck

with the shitty detail.

- What are you talking about?

I didn't get stuck with nothing.

I volunteered.

- You must be crazy or something.

Why would you do that?

What's the catch?

- No catch, I just like a challenge.

- Sherman Fry?

What kind of name is that?

- It's my name.

But most people call me Sherm.

- Sherm?

Like the drug?

- Yeah, why?

You got a problem with that?

- Nah, man, it's hella different.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

What's your name?

- I'm Ozone.
- Ozone.

Like the Ozone layer?
- Yeah, why?

You got a problem with that?

- Nah, man.

Is this your car?
- Yeah.

- You mind if I drive?

- It's all good, bro.

- All right, that's
what I'm talking about.

- Just don't scratch it.

(chattering)

(rap music with indistinct rapping)

- What the fuck?

What is he doing?

- I love my job.
- What's going on, man?

- Cool.
- What's up?

You give her a ticket or something?

- Hell, nah.

I was getting her number.

You see how sweet she looked, my boy.

Big butt, fuck.

- What about Candy?

- What about her?

- Well, I mean, it's just
that, aren't you guys like,

you know, fucking or something?

Now you pulling over some
chick, getting her number?

- Who the fuck are you?

Captain Save A Ho?

Wait a minute.

You have a thing for her.

You like her, don't you?

- No, I don't, man.

- Hey, I'm your partner, you can tell me.

You trying to hit that?

- No, I ain't trying to hit that.

- Why the fuck not?

Shit, you know what they say.

It ain't no fun if the
homies can't have none.

- I know the song, I know the song.

- Hey, split into two,
half for me, half for you.

- I'm good, dog.

- Hold up, wait a minute.

Are you, you know?

- Nigga, hell no I'm not gay.

You got me fucked all the way up.

- It's OK if you are, man.

It's cool.

More bitches for me.

(laughing)

- Man, get on with that,
man, get on with that.

- Tell me something, though.

Did you cry when George Michael died?

- Hmm?
- Is Elton John

your favorite singer?

Is sausage your favorite food?

- Huh?

- You got a Ricky Martin
poster on your wall?

- What, you tripping.
- You have dreams

about Malone?

- Who the hell is Malone?

- Malone dick in your
mouth, mother fucker.

(laughing)

- Ha ha.

- I'm just saying, man.

If you like her, go ahead.

No hard feelings, my man.

Shit, I treat a bitch like a blunt.

Puff, puff, pass.

- What the hell is that, weed?

- Hell yeah.

- Man, you can't be
doing that kind of shit.

Or you'll get fired.

On a day off.

- I'm the police.

I can do whatever the fuck I want to.

(rap music with indistinct rapping)

(sirens blaring)

- I don't need that shit.

- All right, more for me.

So.

Tell me about this big, bad
man you're trying to take down.

The ghost.

- Why, so you can make fun of me, too?

Go ahead.

I don't give a fuck what
you or anyone else thinks.

- Hey, I'm not attacking you, my boy.

I'm just asking you a question.

You don't have to answer
me, if you don't want to.

- He killed my partner with my gun.

He had the chance to
kill me but he didn't.

- What stopped him?

- He shot me in my back
and knocked me out.

I didn't get a good look at his face.

It was all a part of his twisted joke

to make it look like I was involved.

Like I had something to do with it.

- Were you?
- No, I wasn't.

- Did you and your partner have beef?

- I mean.

Me and my partner, we
had our ups and downs,

but it wasn't nothing
I would kill him over.

- [Sherm] Hmm, so how we find this ghost?

- That's the thing.

No one knows who he is.

- What that mean?

- No one has seen his face
and lived to talk about it.

- Except you.

- [Ozone] What you trying to say?

- So what's his MO?

How does he do it?

- He sets up drug deals.

He killed the dealer.

He take they money, and if
that's not messed up enough,

he cut they eyes out
with his pocket knife.

- He sounds like a bad
mother fucker for real.

How many times has he done it?

- About six times already.

I don't think he's gonna stop.

It's like it's fun for him.

What are we doing here?

- I need a drink.

Come on.

- What's up, baby, where
you think you going?

- Let me pass.

- You live in Long Beach?

Oh, shit, what you doing later on?

Get your ass over here, come on.

(foreign language spoken)

Bitch, you heard me.

Give me your money.

(foreign language spoken)

- There's a stroll right here, man,

this where all the hos at.

Man, had my dick sucked right
back there the other day.

- Over there, getting robbed, man.

- What does that have to do with us?

- What do you mean, what
that got to do with you?

Aren't you guys cops?

Or the police or what?

- Come on, let's see
what he's talking about.

- My boy, robbery or homicide job,

we do narcotics.

- What happened to serve and protect, man?

- He right, we here to protect and serve.

- Outside of my jurisdiction.

- But two God damn
policemen are gonna tell me

that this outside of jurisdiction.

Jurisdiction my ass.

What the fuck?

Do the fucking job, man.

God damn, fucking police.

This bald headed mother
fucker, look at this one here.

What are you looking at?

Police man.

Go over there, help.

Come on.

Do the job?

- You better watch your mouth, little boy.

- You want me go do the job?

Give me this fucking gun and give me

this fucking badge here.

- It's your call.

- Come on, man, let's go
see what he's talking about.

- Give me your money and your number.

Pretty ass Mexican bitch.

Are you listening to what I'm saying?

You heard me.

(foreign language spoken)

that means give me your money bitch.

- [Woman] Leave me alone.

(tense music)

- Ain't nobody around here.

Ain't nobody gonna save your ass.

(foreign language spoken)

Give me your money, give me your number,

give me both of them.

I'm gonna take your ass on a date

with your own damn money.

- Shit, he got a gun.

- Where's your gun?

- I don't have it on me,
I left it in my locker.

What the?

- Why the fuck did you do that?

A cop without a gun is
like a man without a dick.

- I got a dick, mother fucker, right here.

You want to see it?

- Hell no, I don't want to see it.

But you know what?

I'm gonna wait here while you go shoot him

with your fucking dick.

- How the hell am I gonna
shoot him with my dick?

- Exactly.

- Where's your gun, talking all that shit.

- Same place yours is at.

- Why were you talking
all that shit, then?

- Because I can, mother fucker.

- You fucking with Burr, I'm a gangster,

I rob all the hos around here.

It's my part.

Get down on your knees, suck my dick.

Slow and hard.

- Fuck this whispering shit.

I'm going in.

- No, man, you can't do that shit.

Come on, Sherm, hold up, man,

what the fuck are you doing?

- Man, get off me.

- Sherm.

Sherm, where the fuck you going?

Damn.

- Hey, bitch boy.
- Well, if it ain't

Captain Save a Ho.

Little bitch.

- Put the gun down and let the girl go.

- I ain't putting shit down.

- Come on, bro.

Put the gun down, man,
this mother fucker's crazy.

- Shut the fuck up, you're a rookie.

- Let her go, bro.

It's not even worth it.

- Nigga, I'm from Long Beach.

Love the 20 good.

- I'm gonna send you back to Long Beach

in a fucking body bag.

(foreign language spoken)

Bitch.

- Go eat some donuts.

- It's OK, bro.
- Put the gun down

and let her go.

And you and me can handle
this shit the old school way.

- How about you put your damn badge down.

We can get gangsta with it.

- I'll double whatever
she has in her purse.

- Come on, man, please
man, we're begging you.

Please, man.

- What you begging and pleading, pig?

- I hate that word.

- You want me to shoot her?

You want me to shoot her?

Pig.

- You did it again.
- Come on, bro.

Don't be stupid, think.

Use your brain.

- I ain't letting shit go.

Girl, don't you move.

Ain't nothing happening, pig.

- Call me a pig.

One more time.

- It's not even worth it.
- Shut the fuck up.

(grunting)

(chattering)

(foreign language spoken)

- Hold up, hold up, wait.

(foreign language spoken)

- Get up.

Get up.

Get the fuck up.

This is an extension of my dick.

(foreign language spoken)

- That's enough, man.

- Fuck him.
- What are you

trying to do, kill him?

- That's a bitch move.
- I ain't trying to go

to jail for no pinhead.

- You deal with it.

(foreign language spoken)

(hip hop music)

- Hey, Sherm, you didn't
have to mess him up that bad.

- He deserved it.

- No he didn't.

There's a limit.

You almost killed that man.

That's police brutality.

- He's not a man.

He's a criminal.

And if you actually
want to stop criminals.

You got to be brutal.

- No you don't.

You can use restraint, that's
what handcuffs are for.

- Oh yeah?

Well, I'd rather use deadly force.

That's what guns are for.

Oh, I forget.

You don't carry a gun, do you?

- I don't need a gun to bring justice.

- Way to talk, man.

Criminals don't understand justice.

They make a mockery of it.

They take that shit for a joke.

You know that.

- What about our code of conduct?

- Fuck the code of conduct.

That's your code.

But in these streets, my code
is by any means necessary.

(ominous music)

- So Sherm, do you have any
idea how we can catch the ghost?

- Yeah.

Same way every major crime
in this country is solved.

Snitches.

- But where do we start?

- Well, what kind of drugs does he sell?

- PCP, wet wet, sherm, angel dust.

- We just gotta shake down
every known PCP dealer

in the city.

We find the sherm, we find the ghost.

- Let's go find the sherm.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

(chattering)

- It's way too early for breakfast,

not bacon yo.

- Niggas out here now, neighborhoods.

- Oh yeah all day.

Because of script.

- Who you selling for now?

Come on, Smash, you got
to tell me something.

- I don't know shit,
man, I don't know shit.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

Blow my spot up.

- What's up, after, ride down on to the J

and drop you off.

- Come on, man.

(foreign language spoken)

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

- Here we go again.

(ominous music)

(coughing)

- What the fuck?

Damn, you scared the shit out of me.

What you doing standing right there?

Trying to get shot?

- With what?

You're not even carrying a gun.

- Hey, bro, you a weirdo, bro.

Hey, man, anyways.

This shit ain't working.

We ran through the whole hood.

We questioned everybody and his mama.

Either these motherfuckers
don't know nothing,

or they're afraid of the fucking ghost.

So why are you just standing there?

Say something.

- Hey.

That's just the way it is, man.

We have to keep kicking in doors.

Sooner or later, somebody's gonna break.

- Hold on, hold on, my phone's ringing.

- Hello, this Ozone.

Word?

Oh, shit.

OK, OK, we on the way, we on the way.

What's the address?

All right.

Hey, bro, you won't believe this.

We got good news, another ghost attack.

- How the fuck is that good news?

- Because this time they got a witness.

Come on, man, let's go.

- [Sherm] Yo, Ozone, I'm
gonna be right behind you.

I'm gonna come in after
I finish my cigarette.

- Hi, my name is Detective Rosenberg.

So, tell me what happened.

- I was hanging out at
the docks last night.

- At the docks?

What were you doing at the docks?

- OK, I wasn't hanging out.

I got into a fight with
my asshole boyfriend

and he went ape shit.

I was waiting for my ride
when I heard gunshots

and I saw a man walk out with a duffel bag

and a briefcase.

He got into a car with
his funny looking mate

and they drove off.

- So did you see the license plate?

- No, I didn't, I didn't see the plates.

I was too busy hiding.

I didn't want to get me head
blown off by those wankers.

- If you were to see these guys again,

would you remember what they looked like?

- Yeah, I've got a bloody good memory.

- OK.

Do you mind if I show you some mugshots?

- No, I don't, but can I have a cup of tea

and some crumpets?

- I don't have no tea,
but I do have some coffee.

And I don't know what
the hell crumpets is.

- It's nothing, just show
me the pictures, bro.

♪ Let me squeak bitch ♪

♪ Money ain't got no papers ♪

♪ That is my ♪

♪ I take him to my spot ♪

♪ Fuck him on the block ♪

♪ Looking at the cock ♪

♪ Bitch, acting like the cops ♪

♪ I don't want him ♪

♪ We give money, bitch ♪

♪ Why you tripping hard ♪

♪ We done buried a hundred grand ♪

♪ Bitch in my backyard ♪

♪ Keeping my eye on the money ♪

♪ So he don't be acting funny ♪

♪ Even when it be sunny ♪

♪ Yo nigga be running my money ♪

♪ I'm keeping my eye on the money ♪

♪ So he don't be acting funny ♪

♪ Even when it be sunny ♪

♪ Yo nigga be running my money ♪

♪ Money ♪

♪ Money ♪

♪ Money ♪

♪ Money ♪

(rock music)

- Oh, just the man I wanted to see.

I think we finally got something here.

We got a witness.

- Is that her?

- Yeah.

She saw the ghost.

- Motherfucker, what do
you mean she saw the ghost?

We've been looking all
over for this motherfucker.

- She was at the docks last night

when the murders happened.

- Did she get the plates or anything?

- No, but she said she
got a pretty good look

at their faces.

This is it, right here,
we can solve this shit.

- Oh, shit.
- Get our promotions.

- Do you mind?
- No, come on.

- All right.

This is Detective Ozone.

He's the lead investigator on the case.

So tell him exactly what you told me.

(ominous music)

- I didn't see nothing.

- Come on.

That's not what you told me.

You said you saw two men, now tell him.

- It's OK, take your time.

Really take your time and think about it

and tell us what they look like.

- I said I didn't see nothing.

And why does it smell like
bleach all of a sudden?

- We're cops.

You're safe with us.

We're just trying to get
this guy behind bars.

Can you help us?

Please, just tell me.

What are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid of nothing.

I'm not afraid of you,
I'm not afraid of him,

and I'm not afraid of no bloody ghost.

- Fuck.

We're back to square one.

Did she even give you a
description of the ghost?

Did she give you anything?

- No, but she identified
the guy he was with.

His name is Herman Garnett, AKA Brambles.

Now, that's him right there.

- Motherfucker frightened me, boy.

That motherfucker ugly with spite.

- Might look like
(foreign language spoken).

- Two reasons why he's ugly.

His mommy and his daddy.

- He might look like Rich Willie.

- Jesus Christ, where he came from, then?

Funny looking motherfucker.

- His address.

(tense music)

- Can I get a hug?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what you doing?

Back up.
- Huh?

Well, fuck you, then.

- You trying to hug me?

What the hell?

(whispering)

This nigga.

Yo.

I know you wasn't fucking
that bitch in my car.

- This is your car?

- Man, you know damn well this is my car.

You told me you was gonna be
out here smoking a cigarette.

- I am.

Did your witness check out?

- Man, she didn't give us the ghost.

All she did was give us another lead.

- Let's go, then.

Boy, did we have fun.

- Dog.

You do know you're standing in
the parking lot naked, right?

- Oh, shit.

- Put some fucking clothes on.

This motherfucker's a weirdo.

Damn.

(laughing)

Kunta Kinte looking ass motherfucker.

(hip hop music)

- So where we going now?

There he goes.

That's him right there.
- Hey, you Brambles?

(chattering)

I want to talk to you.

Shit.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

Stop, stop.

Stop, police.

LAPD.

I said stop, you ugly motherfucker.

Put your hands up.

(chattering)

- Stop, in the name of the law.

- Brambles, stop.

Watch out, Sherm.

(chattering)

That's what you get, you fucking scumbag.

I make sure I put this
motherfucker on tight for you.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

- God damn, I thought
your picture was ugly.

You even uglier in person.

Trying to run from us.

We the police, fool.

- You know where you going, right?

You going to jail, motherfucker.

You about to be somebody's bitch.

- Motherfucker.

- Boy, you're making my
job harder than it is.

Where were you that night?

- I was at some bitch's house.

- You ain't got no bitches.

- I got more bitches than you.

- So you must don't
want your freedom, huh?

- That's none of your business.

- You must don't like
your freedom or your face

because I will bang that shit right here.

You see that wood?

I will bang your head right there.

I know you know where ghost at.

I know you know.

You're gonna give me a
name, give me something.

- I ain't giving you shit.

Figure it out your own.

Fuck boy.

- Rescind.

We were watching you guys for a long time.

- Nah, that wasn't me, bro.

You got the wrong guy.

- So who the hell was it?
- These nuts.

- Look.

I'm not here to bend your silly ass.

Come on, man, tell me something.

- I ain't telling you shit.
- Tell me something.

I will bang your head on this table.

- You ain't doing shit.

- [Ozone] So tell me something, man.

Who the hell is the ghost?

- Go look in a goddamn mirror.

- You want me to snatch you right now?

- Yeah, do what you gotta do.

- So.

- Don't talk when your mouth is full.

- Full of what?
- My nut.

- You think I'm here to rant with you?

You think I'm proud with you?

- Look, bro.

I want to tell you one thing.

I'm not fucking with you.

Fuck the police.

I ain't no snitch.

- You look like a snitch to me.

- I do?
- Yeah.

- You know what you look like?

- What?
- These nuts.

Ha, got it.

- Look, motherfucker,
I'm gonna bang your head

against this table.

You think I'm playing with you?

You think it's a game?

Huh?

Huh?

- Look, bro, you're lucky I got on

these fucking handcuffs, nigga.

- I will whoop your ass.

- If you take these handcuffs off me.

- [Ozone] Oh, you want to try me?

Oh no.

You mistook me, all right.

- Let me tell you something.
- Go for it.

- It ain't about no,
go look in the mirror.

Cause that's where he at.

- What the fuck, you hear me?

Tell me his name.

- His hame Brody.

- [Ozone] OK.

Oh, you're cooperating now, huh?

- Fuck you.

(ominous music)

- Gentlemen and lady.

Tonight we're gonna put an end to a case

that's gone on way too long.

And we're gonna take out bad men.

That's responsible for
countless civilian lives.

As well as the lives of
some of our fellow officers

of the law.

His name is Dane Brody, AKA the Ghost.

He is the most powerful drug
trafficker in the world.

He's been ranked one of
the most powerful people

in the world.

The biggest drug dealer of all time.

The godfather of the drug world.

He is the most ruthless.

Most dangerous.

Most feared man on the planet.

Next to me, of course.

(laughing)

- He was first captured in 1993.

And sent to 20 years in prison

for murder and drug trafficking.

He escaped in 2001.

And vowed that he was gonna die

before he went back to prison.

He was last seen three months ago,

when he murdered my
partner, my best friend,

Detective Bronx, in cold blood.

He thinks he's gonna get away with it.

Well he gonna pay.

He gonna pay for this.

He gonna pay with his life.

I'm gonna personally put
a bullet in his head.

And I'm gonna spit on his corpse.

I swear to God.

(dramatic music)

- And remember.

Today.

We are not taking any prisoners.

Lock on load.

(yelling)

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

- God damn, you're a
handsome motherfucker.

Look at you.

Bitches gonna come
down, come down tonight.

What the fuck?

Trying to run up on me?

OK, I'll shoot up all your bitch ass.

(rock music)

Let you motherfucker have it.

You want my motherfucking money, OK.

These motherfuckers gonna suffer.

- Freeze, LAPD.

(gun firing)

(tense music)

(gun firing)

Shoot this motherfucker.

(gun firing)

(chattering)

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

(grunting)

Shit.

Too fast.

(grunting)

(chattering)

Fuck you.

(grunting)

(chattering)

Get off me.

(grunting)

(chattering)

(growling)

(chattering)

(grunting)

- I see you.

(grunting)

- Damn, bro.

I been looking for your monkey ass.

You under arrest, motherfucker.

Fuck this shit.

This for Bronx, motherfucker.

- Fuck you, fuck you.

(grunting)

Checkmate, motherfucker.

- Check these nuts, motherfucker.

- Fuck.

- Drop it, motherfucker.
- Fuck you.

- I said drop your gun, motherfucker.

- Or I'm gonna blow your
motherfucking head off.

- Do it.

Motherfucker, do it.

- You think I'm bluffing?

Try me.

- I'm gonna give you
til the count of three.

One.

(cocking)

- Two.

- Three, motherfucker.

(gun shooting)

(ominous music)

(gun shooting)

(chattering)

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

- Ozone, I knew it was you.

I can smell you from a mile,

what the fuck?

- I got him, Cap.

Successful bust, no officers down.

- OK, and who did you get exactly?

- Dane motherfucking Brody.

The Ghost.

- Brody, yeah, that's a good bust.

Brody's a good collar,
but I got bad news, Ozone.

He ain't the Ghost.

- What do you mean?

- He ain't the Ghost, Ozone.

What the?

- What you looking at?

- I got three confirmed alibis,
all known Brody associates.

Same dates, same times, as
the last three ghost attacks.

It's the wrong guy.

You got the wrong guy.

- Damn.

I thought we got him this time.

Brambles.

That son of a bitch set me up.

- Did this motherfucker just fall asleep?

Ozone.

- Son of.

- Holy shit, motherfucker.

You OK?

(grunting)

Ozone.

You on something, motherfucker?

What's wrong with you?

(humming)

You smoking that shit?

What is wrong with you, man?

(groaning)

- [Ozone] I got to get out of here.

- Get your ass back in here.

Where the fuck are you
going, motherfucker?

I'm not done with you.

Get your black motherfucking
ass back in here, Ozone.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

(retching)

(coughing)

- What the fuck?

- I didn't mean to startle you.

- What the fuck are you doing in my car?

Shit.

You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.

- I was just saying bye.

- OK, bye.

Look, Candy, hold on for a second.

I'm sorry I overreacted, OK?

But I mean, you caught me off guard.

I mean, I just didn't expect it, you know?

I'm not trying to be
an asshole or nothing.

And this situation is
really uncomfortable for me.

I can't deal with it for much longer.

So can you please find
somewhere else to get busy

instead of the backseat of my car?

Is that all right with you?

- Sure, no problem.

- Hey, Candy.

- Yeah?
- One more thing.

I know it's none of my business,

but can I ask you something?

- Sure, go ahead.

- Is this like a short
term booty call type thing?

Or is it something that could
be going on for a while?

- Well, I hope it goes on
for a really long time.

But it's not just up to me.

I mean, what does Sherm want?

- I don't know what Sherm
wants, I just don't.

- Well, maybe,

maybe you could take me out
to dinner sometime instead.

- Why the fuck would I want to do that?

Fuck, I blew it.

Damn.

Shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Ozone.

- Man, what the fuck wrong with you?

Why the fuck you not
wearing any clothes, man?

(laughing)

You're never having no
goddamn clothes on, man.

Come on with that shit.

Oh hell no.
- Motherfucker.

That girl is a freak.

She gonna fuck all this.

(laughing)

- You stupid, dog.

- The shit she can accomplish
in the backseat of a car

is beyond belief.

She gotta be double jointed or something.

I swear.

And the pussy, oh my God, the pussy.

It's like a piece of good
God wrapped up in a slice of

have mercy.

She got that wet wet,
you know how to talk.

- TMI, too much info, man,

I ain't trying to hear all that shit.

(laughing)

Anyway, why don't you
guys just get a room,

or do that shit in your own car?

What the fuck's wrong with you?

So disrespectful.

- Hey, man, a room is way too expensive.

Besides.

I don't want my car smelling
like hot sweaty ass.

You want to smell my finger?

- Hell no, man.

I'm done with that shit.

- Come on, you know you want.

- Get that shit out of my face,

what the fuck are you doing, man?

- Smell it.
- Too much.

All right, let me smell it,
motherfucker, a little bit.

Oh hell no, man.

(chattering)

This is Ozone.

Leave my Charlie.

What you got for me?
- 187 on Third and Broadway.

10 40.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

(sirens blaring)

- I'm tired of you coming to bed late.

Are you coming home early tonight?

- [Man] Yes, I'm coming
home early tonight.

- You know it's my birthday, right?

- [Man] Of course, baby.

Tonight is gonna be special.

- So freaky right now.

Just want to suck all over your body.

- [Man] Oh, yeah?

- And then.
- And then what?

- Stick my finger in your booty.

- Hell no you're not putting
your fingers in my ass.

I already told you, I'm
not a fucking firefighter.

I'm a detective, bitch.

But baby nothing, I got to go.

- Detective Sherm.
- Good to see you, Detective.

- Detective Ozone.
- What's up, man?

What we got here?

- Three dead.

The same MO.

Gunshot wound to the head.

At point blank range.

- Eyes cut out?
- And no witnesses.

We can tell from the
size of the entry wounds

that it's a large caliber weapon.

And you should see the size of the hole.

I could put my goddamn fist through it.

- I bet when ballistics come back,

it's gonna show that it's the same weapon

used in the other incidents.

- You took the words out of my mouth.

That means it's the same guy.

- The Ghost.

We got to stop this guy.

- Mind if we take a look?

- If you can stomach it,
come on, right this way.

- Damn, they look dead as a motherfucker.

- Let's see what's behind door number one.

- [Ozone] Hold up, don't do it too fast.

- Damn, looks like barbecue sauce.

(retching)

Huh?

- [Ozone] I'm out of here.

Shit give me nightmares.

- [Sherm] Rest in peace.

Hey, Ozone, want to go get some barbecue?

Now we know for sure that
Brody is not the Ghost.

So what do we do now?

Where do we go from here?
- First thing first.

We got to pay Brambles another visit.

Punk motherfucker.

That ugly bitch set us up to
go take out his competition.

- Ozone.
- What's up?

- You have your gun?

- No, I didn't bring it with me.

- Why not?
- I left it in my locker.

I'm just not comfortable
carrying it after what happened.

I don't really need it anyway.

- What if he has one?

What are you gonna do, dodge his bullets?

- I talk him into putting it down.

(laughing)

- You just don't get it, do you?

You think this shit is a game.

You have to fully understand
the law in order to enforce it.

You have to fight fire with fire.

See?

You're trying to be an angel
while chasing after a demon.

And that's why you have the game twisted.

Only a demon can kill a demon.

- OK.

If I'm an angel and he's a
demon, then what are you?

- I'm the devil.

(horn music)

- Bullshit.

Damn.

- Don't move, don't move, don't move.

Brambles, motherfucker, I
got to talk to you again.

Oh shit.

- Get the fuck out of my house,

you goddamn pigs.

(gun firing)

- Jump.

Oh shit, man.

Nigga be messing with my new shoes.

(gun firing)

- Get out my fucking house.

- Man, I told you to bring your gun.

- Me, where your gun at, man?

- The only way I'm carrying mine

is if you're carrying yours.

Told you to bring it.

- Hey Brambles, we just
trying to talk to you, man.

- Talk to these nuts.

- Stop fucking shooting.

- I don't want to talk
to pussy ass niggas.

(gun shooting)

Fuck you.

Get the fuck out of my house.

(gun firing)

- He's gonna kill me, shit.

- There's got to be something.

- What you doing?

- Looking for something useful.

Help me, instead of crying
like a little bitch.

- What do you think
you'll find under there?

(gun firing)

- You'll kill him with bug spray, really?

Really?

Those are bullets, not roaches.

You gotta come up with
a better idea than that.

Brambles, put the gun down, man.

What the hell is that?

- It's my secret weapon.

Fuck his ass up.

- Now where do you think you is?

(gun firing)

- Fuck.

- Hurry up, hurry up.

(gun firing)

Hurry up, son, hurry up.

(gun firing)

- I got something for
his motherfucking ass.

Brambles.

(gun firing)

(exploding)

- Damn, Sherm.

You messed him up, man.

- Fuck him.

He was already ugly anyway.

- Fuck you cop.
- You look like

the Hellraiser.

This motherfucker like the Hellraiser.

- Y'all fucked me up and shit.

- So what's up man?

- What the fuck you do that for?

- Oh you gonna never get
no bitches after this.

- But I think I'll get bitches when I get

all this shit cleaned up though.

- Are you gonna tell us
where the Ghost at now?

- Or am I gonna have to
rip those fucking nails

off your face?

- Fuck you, nigga.

- Take all your bitches, and
we gonna run train on 'em.

Tag team.
- Back again.

Move that ass.

(laughing)

So where can I find the Ghost?

- I tell you where he is.

In your ass around the corner.

(laughing)

- You know you fucked up, right?

Yeah, you fucked up.

- Time to get these nails out.

Oh, you gonna talk.

I'm gonna have to bring the pain.

Come on, it's only gonna hurt a lot.

(yelling)

- [Brambles] I'm gonna take you to him,

but you got to come alone.

Bitch ass niggas.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

- Wait right here.

Don't you move from here.

This is to make sure that
you don't go anywhere.

Tight.

Come on, man, we thought you was a thug.

- Man, where you going, man?

- Going to get these nuts.

- Hey, bring your ass back over here now.

Man, don't leave me.

(hip hop music with indistinct vocals)

- Where you going, it's right here.

Turn your ass around.

Open it, hurry up.

This better be right.

Press the button, smarty pants.

Where you going, the
door ain't opened yet.

Get back.

Damn.

Who raised you?

Stand in front of me.

If they shoot, they'll
shoot your ugly ass first.

Leave the pretty motherfucker to the back.

(gun shooting)

(yelling)

I got him.

Come on, man, move.

Walk up.

Stay in front of me.

That way somebody pop out,
they shoot your ass first.

(chattering)

(tense music)

Get down, get down.

(gun firing)

Die, motherfucker.

(gun firing)

You can run but you can't hide.

Bitch ass motherfucker.

Come on, come on, man.

Man, what the fuck is that, man?

What's that?

(gun firing)

Get back, get back, get back, don't move.

(gun firing)

Put the gun down.

Drop your weapon and come
out with your hands up.

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

He better be here man.

You got me going through all this.

- He is up here, man, damn.

- Why you stop, keep going.
- Go ahead.

You gonna find what you looking for.

Have a cigarette while you're up there.

(door creaking)

(whispering)

- Show yourself.

Show yourself.

Where the fuck are you?

Come on.

(whispering)

Why you acting like a little bitch?

Come on and face me.

Where you at?

I should smoke your ass right now.

Come on.

What the?

(laughing)

What's going on here?

You the Ghost.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted you.

I found him, I found
him, I found the Ghost.

Brambles took me to his hideout.

He snuck up on me and knocked me out.

- Oh my God, Ozone.

You got to learn how to fucking fight.

Did you at least see his face?

Did you at least see who he was

before he knocked your ass out?

- Yeah.

- OK, who was it?

- My new partner.

- Your new partner?
- Punk ass bald headed

motherfucker.
- Ozone.

It can't be your new
partner, your new partner's

right here, he's been
here this whole time.

- Where is he?

- He's gonna be right back, he just left.

He'll be right back.

He just went to the head, bro.

What, do you want to hold
his dick or something?

Ozone, what the fuck are you doing, man?

Put that fucking gun away.

You kidding me, man?

What the hell's gotten into you?

What are you doing?

(tense music)

Holy shit.

- I got you, motherfucker.

Get your hands up.

- Oh my God.

- Turn your motherfucking ass around.

Turn your ass around.

Who the fuck is this guy?

- That's your fucking new partner.

Put the gun down.

- Please put the gun down.

I'm the new guy.

It's my first day on the freaking job.

Tell him.

- You got him shitting
in his goddamn pants.

- He about to shit in his pants.

- Please, put the gun down, I prefer hugs.

- Hugs, hugs?

- Please, please, please.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Hugs, not guns, hugs.

- Man, get the fuck off me.

What the?

- Put the gun down.

Please, put the gun down.

Captain, help me.

- Paperwork came in today.

You said anybody but Haggard.

That's your new partner, man.

Is he the one you're talking about?

Is he the Ghost?

- No, the other guy.

- Oh my God, man, what's going on?

- Sherm.
- Who?

- Sherm.

- Sherm, who the fuck is Sherm?

- My new partner, the new
guy, the baldheaded dude.

- Hey, Captain, I have the
paper that you requested.

- Candy, bad time, bad time.

- [Candy] What's going on?

- You?

- Yeah?

- Come here, sit down.

Sit your ass down.

- What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

- Where is he?

- Who are you talking about?

What the freak?

- Your little boyfriend.

- Who you talking about, Ozone?

- Your fucking little boyfriend.

Hey get your motherfucking ass over there.

- Fucking A.

- What the fuck are you
talking about, Sherm?

- Yeah, Sherm.

Dude you've been fucking
in the backseat of my car

for the past couple of weeks.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- See, Captain, I told
you I wasn't tripping.

- What's going on?
- What the fuck?

Are you fucking crazy?

- Oh, I'm crazy, huh?

I'll show you crazy.

Tell me where is he now?

- I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

- You know what the
fuck I'm talking about.

- Get the fucking gun out of my face.

- I should blow your
motherfucking head off.

- Get the fucking gun out of my face.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Put the gun down, Ozone.

Hey, hey, hey, not in my office.

Put the fucking gun down.

- You know who you're fucking with, huh?

- You're fucking crazy.
- Yeah, I'm fucking crazy.

- Put it down.

Back the fuck up.

Put the gun down, Ozone, I
don't want to do this, buddy.

Put the gun down, now.

- I should blow your shit off.
- Ozone, put the gun down now.

- Fuck this bitch.
- Get it away from her head.

- She ain't shit.
- Your mama ain't shit.

- I ain't playing, Ozone.
- It's like that?

- [Captain] Yeah, it's like that, bitch.

I'm not gonna say it again, motherfucker.

Back up.

- I should blow your shit off.
- Put the gun down,

nice and slow.

Kick it over to me and back up.

(chattering)

- Smash your fucking face
in with my fucking fist.

- Fuck you.
- I'm gonna set

your ass on fire.

- Fuck you.

Stupid, stupid bitch.
- Fuck you.

Cut your fucking dick off and throw it

out the fucking window.

Don't fuck with me.

- Fuck both of you, get
the fuck out of my office.

(chattering)

God damn it, Ozone, sit down.

- You ain't shit.
- This ain't over,

motherfucker.
- Get in the chair.

- You're the bitch, bitch.
- You, sit.

What the hell is going on?

- Man, fuck this bitch.

- Sit your ass down in that fucking chair.

- Hey, fuck that bitch.
- Sit down.

Now.

Are you crazy?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Sit your ass down now, motherfucker.

Look at you, man.

You're a mess.

You look like shit, you smell like bleach

all goddamn day.

What the fuck is going on, man?

You been smoking that shit?

Goddamn it, you been passing out,

throwing up everywhere.

What the fuck is going on with you, man?

Plus I got complaints
about you walking around

naked in the goddamn parking lot.

- Who said that about me?

- Dude, we got you on
the fucking cameras, man.

Fuck, it's you.

- I ain't do shit.

I ain't never been around
no parking lot naked.

- Come on, man.

You gotta get real, shit, are you playing?

Look at you.

(hip hop music)

- Who is that?
- That's you.

- That ain't me.
- What do you mean

that's not you?
- That ain't me.

- [Captain] It sure do look like you.

What is that, your evil twin or something?

♪ I believe I can fly ♪

- That ain't me.
- Did you get cloned?

- Oh, snap, that is me.

My bad, Captain.

- Fuck, bro.
- That must have

been the day I had that cough.

- Oh my God, have you been
taking your pills, Ozone?

- Man, fuck these pills and fuck you, too.

- Oh, that's it, that's
it, I'm fucking done.

Give me your fucking badge, man.

Give me your fucking badge,
you're suspended, motherfucker.

I gave you enough chances.

- Take this piece of shit.
- I gave you enough chances.

Get that goddamn out of
my office, motherfucker.

- Fuck you, I'll catch him myself.

- [Captain] Good luck, bitch.

(ominous music)

- Stay the fuck back.

- Candy.
- I said,

stay the fuck back.

- I don't want no trouble.

- Stay the fuck back, or I'll
shoot your fucking balls off.

(gun shooting)

- Bitch crazy.

- Next time I'm not gonna miss.

- I'm sorry, I was out of line, Candy.

I was out of line.

Please forgive me.

- You're sorry?

Forgive you?

That's all you can say?

That's all you can say?

You had all that shit
to talk back in there?

That's all you can think
of to say right now?

Then you put a fucking gun to my,

you put a fucking gun to my head?

How does it feel now, bitch?

And then you accuse me
of fucking your partner?

What do you think I am, a fucking whore?

You think I'm a whore?

Say yes.

Say yes.

You scared now?

Cat got your tongue?

I wish you would call me a whore.

Your mother's a fucking whore.

You know what?

You're not even fucking worth it.

Bitch ass.

- This some bullshit.

- And for your information, I haven't been

with anybody since I started seeing you.

- Seeing me?

Are you crazy?

We're not seeing each other.

- Yeah, right, I forgot.

We're just fucking, right?

I'm just a piece of ass to you.

Well, you know what?

You can kiss this ass goodbye.

- What the fuck is going on here?

You, you're trying to protect
your little boyfriend.

- You're a serious fucking head case.

Something's not right up here.

You need to seek professional help.

Fuck off.

(grunting)

(chattering)

(sirens blaring)

(whispering)

(gun shooting)

(whispering)

(laughing)

- Well look who's carrying his gun?

- Freeze.

What the fuck you want?

Where the fuck you came from?

Drop, motherfucker.

- You know who I am.

Think about it.

- Hey, man, what the fuck?

What y'all doing right there?

Sherm, like the drug?
- Like the drug.

Like the drug.

- You are me?

And I'm you?

You are who I become when
I'm smoking this shit?

(techno music)

(chattering)

Shit, what the fuck?

(laughing)

What are you gonna do?

Can't do nothing.

There's nothing you can do.

- Yeah.

Cause I can't deal with my own problems.

Because I'm such a--
- You're such a pussy.

(shattering)

Get up.
- Why, why?

What about the girl?

What about Candy?

- You should know.

You're the one fucking her.

Even though she likes you a whole lot more

when you're under my influence.

(high pitched screeching)

- What the fuck?

- I didn't mean to startle you.

- What the fuck are you doing in my car?

- What the fuck are you
talking about, Sherm?

I mean, what does Sherm want?

- She doesn't want you.

She wants me.

- The night Bronx died,
the night my partner died,

what happened?

What happened?

- Turn around, nice and slow.

That's it.

Oh, shit.

I fucking knew it was you.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights?

I said, do you understand
these fucking rights?

Answer me or I will be forced to treat you

as hostile.

- I don't think so.

Drop your gun now before
I split your fucking wig.

- Stand down.

- I take care of business.

We can do this together, partner.

Let me help you.

- Don't call me that,
I am not your partner.

- I know we had our difference,

but let's do something together for once.

- Stand down, this is my bust.

- It's you and me here.

We can both live.

- Drop the gun.

Don't go dirty.

Drop the fucking gun.

I do not want to shoot you.

- No, Bronx, you drop your gun.

- Drop your fucking weapon right now.

We can work this out.

- No, Bronx, no.

- God damn it, Ozone.

- I ain't doing that, fuck that.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- All right, man.

If this is how you want it.

- [Bronx] I don't want
to shoot you, but I will.

- God damn it.
- I can't.

Come on, how many years
we been partners, Ozone?

- That's fucking shit.

(gun firing)

- You killed your partner.

Or should I say, I killed your partner.

And now I'm taking over for good.

And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

- No.

You're not.
- Yes, I am.

- I won't let you.

- Look at you, you're pathetic.

I'm one of the most
addictive drugs in the world.

Once I have a hold on you,
you could never let me go.

I'm here to stay.

How are you gonna stop me?

(dramatic music)

- I'm taking you down.

(laughing)

- Let's do this.

- I've been ready for this shit

ever since you fucked
that bitch in my car.

(grunting)

Get your ass up.

(grunting)

Now I'm really fucking mad.

You made me break my fucking TV.

- Fuck your TV.

I'm about to split you open.

(grunting)

This is an extension of my dick.

(grunting)

Come on.

(grunting)

Motherfucking bitch.

You punk motherfucker.

I told you you can't get rid of me.

You can't get rid of me.

I'm here to stay.

- Fuck you.
- Dick run this shit.

Not your pussy ass.

- You ain't fucking running me.

No motherfucker running me.

- [Sherm] It's over for you.

Game over.
- Oh, fuck yourself.

- What you gonna do now, huh?

Huh?

- I'm placing you under arrest.

You got the right to remain silent.

(laughing)

- What are you doing?

Arresting yourself?

- Everything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

- You kidding me?

This ain't gonna work, not today.

- In other words, fuck you and your mama.

(laughing)

- See, you can't let it go.

You're a fucking shermhead.

(rock music)

What are you doing?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't do that.

What are you doing?

Stop.

Don't do it.

Hold up.

Hold up.

Why the fuck did you do that?

- Burn in hell.
- Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

(chattering)

- Yes.

I want to report a murder.

The murder of Detective Bronx.

I'm turning myself in.

(gun firing)

(hip hop music)

♪ It's good cops and bad cops ♪

♪ Stop your car, flash the badge cops ♪

♪ Double cross, hit the stash cops ♪

♪ Contaminate blood in the lab cops ♪

♪ Bad cops and good cops ♪

♪ Man good liars and good shots ♪

♪ Guaranteed to get shot ♪

♪ Because they work for the big shot ♪

♪ Internal affairs swatting black ops ♪

♪ Work with good cops and bad cops ♪

♪ And the corruption won't stop ♪

♪ Fight from the bottom to the top ♪

♪ See the black and white
coming up your block ♪

♪ Run, jump the fence ♪

♪ Against the clock ♪

♪ Is it a good cop or bad cop ♪

♪ Is this his first stop or last stop ♪

♪ There's good cops and bad cops ♪

♪ Motorcycle mounted helicopter ♪

♪ Good cops on the ground ♪

♪ Protect and serve, how that sound ♪

♪ The good cops and bad cops ♪

♪ We hit the ass drop ♪

♪ Bad cops and good cops ♪

♪ Detectives, undercover hood cops ♪

♪ Where your head at when the ass drop ♪

♪ Good cops and bad cops ♪

♪ Bad cops and good cops ♪

♪ Undercover hood cops ♪