Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent He had his picture on the wall of every precinct He had a rep of hanging out with his homies Puffin' on the blunts and sippin' on the forties But when he spoke, nobody would listen And when he was home, yo, 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 gun, 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 panics and gun goes off Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off But he don't care 'cuz Johnny was taught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught That's how it is, homie, like it or not
Now coming out store, Johnny shot two Haisidic Jews And when he got home his face was on the news His mom freaked out, told him get the fuck out That when the pigs rolls up, so yo, he ducked out He hit the backdoor like his name was Carl Lewis Dipped to the pay phone to find out where his crew is He called up his homeboy Jose, \"Word up\" \"Can I come over my man?\" he said, \"No way A cop was here, he was looking all over for you But I told the pig that I didn't know you\" He said, \"Cool, meet me up at the school I need a ride 'cuz I'm wanted for homicide\" Johnny's got a gun and he's on the run But he don't care to him this shits 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 you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught That's how it is, homie, like it or not
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