Johnny was a bad boy
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He was a juvenile delinquent
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He had his picture
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On the wall of every precinct
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He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies
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Puffin' on the blunts
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And sippin' on the 40's
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But when he spoke
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Nobody would listen
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And when he was home
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His parents, they would diss him They called him a bum
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A worthless piece of shit
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So over this he had a fit
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And now he grabs his bag
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And heads for the door
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And walks to the neighborhood
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Liquor store
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Pulls out a gat
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And tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
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Then breaks open his register drawer
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Pulls out the money
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Stuffs it in his pocket
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Points his pistol
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Then he starts to cock it
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The man panicks and the gun goes off
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Stupid old fool
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Made Johnny blow his head off
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But he don't care
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'Cause he was taught
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It ain't a crime
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If ya don't get caught
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chorus(3x)
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It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
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That's how it is homie like it or not
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Now, comin' out of the store
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Johnny shot two acpedic Jews
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When he got home
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His face was on the news
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His mom freaked out
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Told him, "Get the fuck out"
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That's when the pigs rolled up
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So, yo he ducked out
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He hit the back door
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Like his name was Carl Lewis
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Dipped to the pay phone
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To find out where his crew is
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He called up his home boy Jose[word up]
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"Can I come over, my man?"
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He said, "No way!"
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The cop- was here
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He was lookin' all over for ya
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But I told the pig
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I didn't know ya
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He said, "Cool,
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pick me up at the school
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I need a ride 'cause
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I'm wanted for homicide"
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Johnny's got his gun
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And he's on the run
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But he don't care
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To him, the shit's fun
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Now that he's an outlaw
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Sorta like Robin Hood
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The hard-rock hero
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Of the whole neighborhood
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If they catch him
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He'll wind up in court, but
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It ain't a crime if ya don't get caught[ha ha]
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chorus
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It ain't a sale if it don't get bought
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It ain't a show if I don't get paid
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She ain't a ho if ya don't get laid
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It aint a crime
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| House Of Pain |
