| Somebody better call the law
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| We done took it outside we’re about to brawl
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| Ol' boy done put his hands on a woman
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| Where I come from, son, the next thing comin' is a
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| Ass whoopin' in the parkin' lot
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| Gonna drop this fool right in front of the cops
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| Be proud of what I done
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| I ain’t gonna run
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| Just read me my rights put me in cuffs
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| Take me downtown barney lock me up
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| I’ll do my time and raise my right hand
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| I’ll tell the judge, I’d do that shit again
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| I heard it through the grapevine
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| Good daddy and a husband is a doin' time
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| Said his wife and his kids were in the house
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| Ol' boy broke in man it all went south
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| When he dropped the hammer on his forty five
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| Now he’s in the pen twenty five to life
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| Lord knows if it’d have been me
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| I’d have to say
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| Read me my rights put me in cuffs
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| Take me downtown barney lock me up
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| I’ll do my time and raise my right hand
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| I’ll tell the judge I’d do it again
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| If I have to put the law in my hands its about to break
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| Cause I know right from wrong and if you cross that line
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| Boy all I gotta say is
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| Read me my rights put me in cuffs
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| Take me downtown barney lock me up
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| I’ll do my time raise my right hand
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| I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again |