*SPOKEN*
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What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh?
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I'll be askin' the questions Leroy.
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My name ain't Leroy, man.
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Heh, all right Jerome, outta the car.
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Man, why I gotta be Jerome man? Why can't I be Tommy or Philbert or something?
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Just put your hands on the hood Muhammed
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*RAP*
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It's the man that you love to hate
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Coming outta Washington state
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Cops don't like my profile
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Cause Mixalot kicks much style
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So the man is on my trail
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He wanna take Mix to jail
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If he does, I'll make the bail
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Cause I know alot of rich females
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I'm shakin' 'em just like this
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Keepin' that Porsche in fifth
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King County cops don't quit
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Even when a young brothers legit
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So they follow me wherever I go
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I hear 'em on the radio
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With a scanner that I bought from the sto'
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Cause a brother like Mix gotta know
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I'm checkin' them cops with radar
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They don't believe I'm a rap star
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That my brain is up to par
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An I'm ready when they follow my car
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I know they wanna spray me with mace
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Cause my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass
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But they best get outta my face
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Cause one-times got no case, give it to me
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One-times got no case
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The police think I'm movin' them keys
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They trip cause I clock much D
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They pull a gat an' they yell out "Freeze!"
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I'm whippin' out my I.D.
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My gat sits under my seat
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The cops throw me out in the street
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They found my gun like thieves
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Officer Friendly has got a new beat
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So I show him my gun permit
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I told him I roll legit
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Give me a test to see if I'm drinkin'
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They claim my breath was stinkin'
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They had me walk on the line
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I walked backwards stopped on a dime
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My female just reclines
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Cause she knows I know the time
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I'm hip to the cop procedure
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They get ya everytime they see ya
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They stop ya, they cuff ya
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They roll ya an' they rough ya
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They ask what I do for a livin'
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Should this information be givin'?
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This is what keeps me driven
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Some cops want a brother in prison
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So I got me a few attorneys
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Just in case a cop wanna burn me
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They protect me from the state
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Cause one-time's got no case, break it on down
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One-times got no case
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A cop asks me "What's my name, and don't lie"
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And I'm askin' officer "Why?
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Why ya wanna mess with a brother like Mix
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When you know I'm livin' legit?"
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The cop said "Don't get smart.
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I tear soul-brother apart"
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I said "Well take off your gun, if you wanna get done
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An' I'll show you that I ain't the one"
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The cop rolled up his fist
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Puts the handcuffs on my wrists
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Then he threw a straight jab and he missed
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A female cop pulls up and she's pissed
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But this cop had K-9
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A soul sister, yes she's fine
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I said "Won't ya help a brother outta bind?"
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But that badge was going to her mind
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So she stuck a billy club in my back
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She said "Don't think because you're black
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That I won't beat you", crack, "hit you with the gat"
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Her partner starts to laugh
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Oooh, hit 'em again. Hit 'em again.
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So they took me on down to the jail
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P.L.B. came to pay my bail
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Then we called Goldstein and Claire
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Them's my lawyers
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Walkin' up the stairs
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To the courtroom dressed in suits
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'Bout to give a couple cops the boot
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So the female cop takes the stand
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Took her oath with the wrong damn hand
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My lawyers ate her up like catfish
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The other cop pleads the fifth
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She lost her job
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I seen a few tears on her face
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Sorry baby, one-time's got no case
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One Time's Got No Case
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
