[Mike and Marcus pose as Klansmen during a drug drop; they expose their cover and point their guns at the launderers]

Blue power, mother****ers! Miami PD!

Aw, damn. It's the Negroes!

[Singing]

Bad boys, bad boys/What ya gonna do?/What ya gonna do when we come for you?

[Referring to Marcus habitually ad-libbing the first verse]

Dude, you gotta learn the words.

We usually only do the chorus.