It Ain't a Crime
Johnny was a bad boy, he was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffing on the blunts and sipping on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo his parents they would dis 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 gun, 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 panics and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cause Johnny was taught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not
Now coming out the store, Johnny shot two Hasidic Jews
And 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 payphone to find out where his crew is
He called up his homeboy Jose
"What up? Can I come over my man?"
He said, "No way!
A cop was here, he was looking all over for ya
But I told the pig I didn't know ya"
He said, "Cool, meet me up at the school
I need a ride 'cause I'm wanted for homicide"
Johnny's got a 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 you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
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 hoe if you don't get laid
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffing on the blunts and sipping on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo his parents they would dis 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 gun, 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 panics and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cause Johnny was taught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not
Now coming out the store, Johnny shot two Hasidic Jews
And 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 payphone to find out where his crew is
He called up his homeboy Jose
"What up? Can I come over my man?"
He said, "No way!
A cop was here, he was looking all over for ya
But I told the pig I didn't know ya"
He said, "Cool, meet me up at the school
I need a ride 'cause I'm wanted for homicide"
Johnny's got a 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 you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
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 hoe if you don't get laid
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- House of Pain Vs. Micky Slim (Remixes)
- Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain
- Hi-Five: House Of Pain
- Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
- Same As It Ever Was
- House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics) [30 Years] [Deluxe Edition]
- House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics)
- Hi - Five: House of Pain - EP
- House Of Pain (US Release)
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