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What you pulling me over for, Mr. Officer? I'll be asking the questions, Leroy. Man, my name ain't Leroy, Man. All right, Jerome, out of the car. Man, why I gotta be Jerome, man? Why can't I be Tommy or Filbert or something? Just put your hands on the hood, Muhammad. It's the man that you love to hate Coming Out of Washington State Cops don't like my profile 'Cause Mix-a-Lot kicks much style So the man is On my trail He wanna take Mix to jail If he does, I make the bail 'Cause I Know a lot of rich females I'm shaking 'em Just like this Keeping that Porsche in fifth King County, cops don't quit Even when a young brother's Legit So they follow me wherever I go I Hear 'em on the radio With a scanner that I bought from the store 'Cause a brother like Mix gotta know I'm checking them cops with radar They don't believe I'm a rap star But my Brain is up to par And I'm ready when They follow my car I know they wanna spray Me with mace 'Cause my trunk keep pumping much Bass But they best get out of my face 'Cause One Time's got no case Give it to Me One Time's got no case The police think I'm moving them keys They trip 'cause I clock much D's They pull a gat And they yell out, "Freeze" I'm whipping out my ID My gat sits under my seat The cops Throw me out in the street They found my Gun like thieves Officer Friendly has got a new Beef So I show him my gun permit I Told him I roll legit Give me a test To see if I'm drinking They claim my breath Was stinking They had me walk on the line I walked backwards, stopped on a dime My female Just reclined 'Cause she knows I know the time I'm hip to the cop procedure They get you Every time they see you They stop you, They cuff you They roll you and they rough You They ask what I do for a living Should this information be given? This is what keeps me driven Some cops want A brother in prison So I got me a Few attorneys Just in case a cop wanna burn Me They protect me from the state 'Cause One Time's got no case Break it on down Cops Don't like me One Time's got no case Cops don't like me A cop asks me what's my name and don't Lie And I'm asking, "Officer, why? Why you wanna mess with a brother like Mix When you know I'm living legit?" The cop said, "Don't get smart I tear soul Brothers apart" I said, "Well, take off your gun If you wanna get done And I'll show you That I ain't the one" The cop rolled up His fists Put the handcuffs on my wrists Then He threw a straight jab and he missed A Female cop pulls up and she's pissed But this Cop had canine A soul sister, and yes, She's fine I said, "Won't you help a brother Out a bind?" But that badge was going to Her mind So she stuck a billy club in My back She said, "Don't think because you're black That I won't beat you crap Hit you with The gat" Her partner starts to laugh Hit him again. Oh, Hit him again. So they took me on down to the jail PLB came to pay my bail Then we call Goldstein and Claire There's my lawyers walking up The stairs To the courtroom dressed in suits 'Bout To give a couple cops the boot So the Female cop takes the stand Took her oath with The wrong damn hand My lawyers ate her up Like catfish The other cop pleads the fifth She Lost her job I seen a few tears on Her face Sorry, baby, One Time's got no case One Time's got no case One Time's got no case Yeah, y'all hate to See a brother get smart out here, don't you? I fought with the brain and not the gat Peace, and I'm out of here
Sir Mix-A-Lot — One Time's Got No Case Album Version
«One Time's Got No Case Album Version» — Sir Mix-A-Lot. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:18. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
