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Sir Mix-A-Lot - One Time's Got No Case lyrics
*SPOKEN* What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh? I'll be askin' the questions Leroy. My name ain't Leroy, man. Heh, all right Jerome, outta the car. Man, why I gotta be Jerome man? Why can't I be Tommy or Philbert or something? Just put your hands on the hood Muhammed *RAP* It's the man that you love to hate Coming outta Washington state Cops don't like my profile Cause Mixalot kicks much style So the man is on my trail He wanna take Mix to jail If he does, I'll make the bail Cause I know alot of rich females I'm shakin' 'em just like this Keepin' that Porsche in fifth King County cops don't quit Even when a young brothers legit So they follow me wherever I go I hear 'em on the radio With a scanner that I bought from the sto' Cause a brother like Mix gotta know I'm checkin' them cops with radar They don't believe I'm a rap star That my brain is up to par An I'm ready when they follow my car I know they wanna spray me with mace Cause my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass But they best get outta my face Cause one-times got no case, give it to me One-times got no case The police think I'm movin' them keys They trip cause I clock much D They pull a gat an' they yell out "Freeze!" I'm whippin' out my I.D. 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 beat So I show him my gun permit I told him I roll legit Give me a test to see if I'm drinkin' They claim my breath was stinkin' They had me walk on the line I walked backwards stopped on a dime My female just reclines Cause she knows I know the time I'm hip to the cop procedure They get ya everytime they see ya They stop ya, they cuff ya They roll ya an' they rough ya They ask what I do for a livin' Should this information be givin'? 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 One-times got no case A cop asks me "What's my name, and don't lie" And I'm askin' officer "Why? Why ya wanna mess with a brother like Mix When you know I'm livin' legit?" The cop said "Don't get smart. I tear soul-brother apart" I said "Well take off your gun, if you wanna get done An' I'll show you that I ain't the one" The cop rolled up his fist Puts 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 K-9 A soul sister, yes she's fine I said "Won't ya help a brother outta 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", crack, "hit you with the gat" Her partner starts to laugh Oooh, hit 'em again. Hit 'em again. So they took me on down to the jail P.L.B. came to pay my bail Then we called Goldstein and Claire Them's my lawyers Walkin' 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 |
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