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HOUSE OF PAIN lyrics : "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 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 %#@!
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 @@#! 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 $#&@ 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 %#@!'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)


[chorus]

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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