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 forty'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, sort of 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)

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