Lyrics:
Plaintiff taxpayers appealed a judgment
For defendant city
Entered in the Superior Court
Of Los Angeles County (California)
In their suit's for
Defendant car dealer appealed an
Order from the
Superior Court of Los Angeles County
(California)
Which denied the dealer's petition to compel
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
until the judgment day
And he said, Don't tell me no lies, give me alibis
Cause if you cross my path, you'll be doin' life
It's a dirty lie
[Chorus]
and court the sweetest girl
I'm the king of the Cannon County hills
Let the senor have his senorita let the hippy have his LSD and thrills
But when I'm with
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted
An alpha-davit in the Game Court
With trumped up charges
All rise for the Honorable Judge Burrell
This court is called to order
These charges are serious
Stand up and face the bench
What do you plead,
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
Nothing left, a lethal encounter
Its judgment time, when death comes from within
Warning signs ignored, they have all but been denied
Prophets
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
and they took me back
I had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped a dime of carcus in the county jail.
Earley next morning about a half past nine
I
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
County of New York, just some spic
They scrubbed off the sidewalk
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Let the Capeman burn for the murders
I see my reflection in the window
It looks different, so different than what you see
Projecting judgment on the world
This house is clean, baby
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted
An alpha-davit in the Game Court
With trumped up
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
she could
To see mama grew up right
So she'd be fittin' one day for court
And to wear some gentleman's ring
[Chorus]
I wish I'd known the man
field and build that wall
He was the prince of the county to the manor born
The sheets were bloody and dirty and torn
Nobody saw nothing, not out
Burn up in your utmost fear
Desecrate your temples
Only hell and hate remain
Don't look for crows to scatter
Prepare for judgment day
We are kill gods
atmosphere
Burn up in your atmosphere
Desecrate your temples
Only I'll end the name I've made
Don't look for crows, they're scattered
Prepare for judgment
Quarter past three [sic] on lime street
I got whipped right offa my feet
Didn't realize that I'd been caught
Till I found myself in the county court
'mr
the court they carve your legend
With an apple in its jaw
And the women that you wanted
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings
On the bedposts
the court they carve your legend
With an apple in its jaw
And the women that you wanted
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings
On the bedposts
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
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