Lyrics:
him before
Me, Judge at the Municipal
Court, Travis County, Texas, at my office in
Austin, in said county, Instanter
Then and there to answer the State
Defendant car dealer appealed an
Order from the
Superior Court of Los Angeles County
(California)
Which denied the dealer's petition to compel
And I taught that hoe well so don't ask the bitch (Man don't ask that bitch)
The law think I'm major, I'm just average (Man, I swear)
And these niggas
ducking the case where the court at?
Fuck the feds and the laws, go report that
And my money too tall, imma hoard that
If they set up the play, Imma score
til you build a report
Amsterdam state of mind, I just gave you a tour
I'm laughing at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think
of Representatives and Senate
Last, Judicial, the Supreme and other federal courts
All three are separate, the Constitution reports
The president runs and is elected
we protest in the streets you bring the guns and turn ‘em on us / when the police kill the people and then the news report it / how we always go
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie
Now it's time to expire, I
of a nation
Behold a pale horseman
Called law enforcement
Great granddaddy's overseer is he saw 'em
Report on post mortem told 'em hate was the motive
Cuz they
to jail
If I like what you got I take
If I get tired of it I break it
Who's going to stop me? No court will ever judge me
My tax report I fake it
Don't like
an on core
My intercessor into jets with my case
Yes yes YEs Y'arrrr
The art of war
The arts of law
The courts of law
His hard core His raw
He never looser
hear is a pop
And they would blame it all on me or even all on hip hop
The hypocrisy of all of it could rise to the top
But when we have our day in court
peep statistics, we official in the districts
Sadistic, tryin to keep the black fist twisted
Find the flaw, shinin scars behind iron bars
Crime laws
flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,
is a team sport. To make a long story short the district
Attorney tried to take me to the highest court. High net worth accredited investors
Got my
Nigga like me more slick than a perm
Middle finger to the law from my lawyers at the firm
Niggas fighting over hoes when gone learn
Hoes gone be hoes
and get caught for this shit
I know your number, 'cause I once got caught for shit
In court for shit, like look Ian, I don't feel what I done was a crime
Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty
who do the law (Law)
Na who kill the law (Law)
Who people go ask (Law)
Na who dem go call (Law)
I been dey my own (Dey my own)
Shey make I do like I no
dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit
The line of work is cap peelings
I'm cutting shit short
Ain't no filling out reports
'Cause you ain't making it to court
short, I'll put a nigga on the news report
You don't want me to get ignant
I'm heated like the human torch, another song they can use in court
I don't give
I'm mad
And that's why you're bad
And you and your whole law thing has been had
You don't really have any rights here
Listen: I don't mean you any
on automatic drive
Court room seats
Gave the district attorney Jordan Kapernick a wink wink
Dreams to have court seats watching my son play
As my Feet lay
dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit
The line of work is cap peelings
I'm cutting shit short
Ain't no filling out reports
'Cause you ain't making it to court
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