Johnny was a bad boy
He was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep for hangin’ out with his homies
Puffin’ on the blunts and sippin’ on the forty’s
But when he spoke nobody would listen
And when he was home his parents, they would diss him
They called him a bum, a worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit, and now he grabs his bag
And heads for the door, and walks to the neighborhood liquor store
Pulls out a gat and tells the old man, “hit the floor”
Then breaks open his register drawer, pulls out the money
Stuffs it in his pocket, points his pistol
Then he starts to cock it, the man panicks and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don’t care ‘cause he was taught
It ain’t a crime if ya don’t get caught

CHORUS (3x)
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
That’s how it is homie like it or not

Now, comin’ out of the store
Johnny shot two Acpedic Jews
When he got home his face was on the news
His mom freaked out, told him, “get the fuck out”
That’s when the pigs rolled up so, yo he ducked out
He hit the back door like his name was Carl Lewis
Dipped to the pay phone to find out where his crew is
He called up his home boy Jose, “Word up, can I come over, my man”
He said, “no way, the cop was here, he was lookin’ all over for ya
But I told the pig I didn’t know ya”
He said, “cool, pick me up at the school
I need a ride ‘cause I’m wanted for homicide”
Johnny’s got his gun and he’s on the run
But he don’t care, to him, the shit’s fun
Now that he’s an outlaw, sort of like Robin Hood
The hard rock hero of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him he’ll wind up in court, but
It ain’t a crime if ya don’t get caught (ha ha)

It ain’t a sale if it don’t get bought
It ain’t a show if I don’t get paid
She ain’t a ho if ya don’t get laid

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