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 40'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 Sorta 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)
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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 laidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
