| «Roger that | 
| Attention all law enforcement | 
| We got a 51−50 in progress | 
| A couple wicked clowns | 
| But, you’re never gonna catch us | 
| We’re just too slick for ya!» | 
| Bring that shit! | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| No more jail | 
| We ain’t never goin' back! | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| No more jail | 
| It ain’t gon' happen (Nope) | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| No more jail | 
| Never, never, never, never (Nope) | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| No more jail | 
| Yeah, come on! | 
| I stole me a Yukon truck this mornin' | 
| Need some excitement so tonight ain’t borin' | 
| Took it to the car wash and waxed it down | 
| Everybody knows Carjacks the Clown *laugh* | 
| I was spittin' at two fat chicks who walkin' | 
| Parked in a no-park lane, we talkin' | 
| And I’m like, what y’all doin' tonight? | 
| Suddenly it’s all bright, red and blue lights | 
| Damn, this truck ain’t mine. | 
| I hacked it | 
| Got a gun and cocaine in my jacket | 
| Get out the truck, bitch. | 
| I gots to bail | 
| I ain’t tryin' to see my ass back in jail | 
| High-speed chase, this cop is on me | 
| More and more join the scene, an army | 
| Hit the side street close to Mama’s | 
| Drove across the front lawn of | 
| Jumped out the car, flew across the wall | 
| Most were too fat, 'cause it was tall | 
| But two of 'em still was right behind me | 
| («And they got tasers») Don’t remind me! | 
| I hopped three fences. | 
| The shit was hectic | 
| This is too close. | 
| I must correct it | 
| Dipped into Ma’s house as they ran by it | 
| She cooked me lasagna. | 
| You got to try it | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Never, never, never, never…) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| You ain’t gonna catch me! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever…) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| You ain’t gonna catch me! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| I got two warrants I know about | 
| They know me in jail, 'cause I got clout | 
| But fuck goin' back. | 
| I can’t waste my time | 
| I need a clean getaway when I do crime | 
| I sell dope, but I ain’t a toker | 
| They call me Dopey the Joker | 
| Female cop stop me, I’ll choke her | 
| Pull my shank out and belly poke her | 
| I never had, but I talk the shit | 
| Got a bag full of dope, and I’m walkin' quick | 
| Cop pulls up, asks where I’m headed | 
| To the titty bar, 'bout to peep some neden | 
| Why, you wanna join me? | 
| He didn’t laugh | 
| Pointed to my bag and asked me, «What's that?» | 
| I know the routine, so now I’m runnin' | 
| He’s runnin' stop as he points his gun in | 
| I keep bookin' 'cause I ain’t stoppin' | 
| This bag of dope here, I ain’t droppin' | 
| I ran into a clothes store, but I ain’t shoppin' | 
| Evadin' the law, it’s on and poppin' | 
| I changed my clothes and grabbed a wig | 
| I pug on a dress. | 
| «That lady’s big» | 
| Shaggy scoot me. | 
| I played his mother | 
| Kissed him on the cheek so I don’t blow my cover | 
| («Stop playin' man!») | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Never, never, never, never…) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| You ain’t gonna catch me! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever…) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| You ain’t gonna catch me! | 
| (Nope) | 
| Fuck that! | 
| I ain’t goin' to jail! | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| Say what? | 
| (Nope) | 
| No more jail | 
| That’s right. | 
| I’ll be livin' (Nope) | 
| (Never, never, never, never) | 
| No more jail | 
| Never again (Nope) | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| No more jail | 
| I’ll be livin' (Nope) | 
| (Ever, ever, ever, ever) | 
| No more jail | 
| Damn skippy | 
| Man, you pigs ain’t never gonna get your hooves up on us, and I’ll tell you | 
| why- We just too slick- We’re like- Slick Rick- and Slick- the manager from | 
| WWF- all wrapped in one- and you ain’t never putting your little fingers on- |