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