Tác giả : Sir Mix-A-Lot
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*spoken* 
 
What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh? 
I'll be askin' the questions leroy. 
My name ain't leroy, man. 
Heh, all right jerome, outta the car. 
Man, why i gotta be jerome man? why can't i be tommy or philbert or something? 
Just put your hands on the hood muhammed 
 
*rap* 
 
It's the man that you love to hate 
Coming outta washington state 
Cops don't like my profile 
Cause mixalot kicks much style 
So the man is on my trail 
He wanna take mix to jail 
If he does, i'll make the bail 
Cause i know alot of rich females 
I'm shakin' 'em just like this 
Keepin' that porsche in fifth 
King county cops don't quit 
Even when a young brothers legit 
So they follow me wherever i go 
I hear 'em on the radio 
With a scanner that i bought from the sto' 
Cause a brother like mix gotta know 
I'm checkin' them cops with radar 
They don't believe i'm a rap star 
That my brain is up to par 
An i'm ready when they follow my car 
I know they wanna spray me with mace 
Cause my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass 
But they best get outta my face 
Cause one-times got no case, give it to me 
 
One-times got no case 
 
The police think i'm movin' them keys 
They trip cause i clock much d 
They pull a gat an' they yell out "freeze!" 
I'm whippin' out my i.d. 
My gat sits under my seat 
The cops throw me out in the street 
They found my gun like thieves 
Officer friendly has got a new beat 
So i show him my gun permit 
I told him i roll legit 
Give me a test to see if i'm drinkin' 
They claim my breath was stinkin' 
They had me walk on the line 
I walked backwards stopped on a dime 
My female just reclines 
Cause she knows i know the time 
I'm hip to the cop procedure 
They get ya everytime they see ya 
They stop ya, they cuff ya 
They roll ya an' they rough ya 
They ask what i do for a livin' 
Should this information be givin'? 
This is what keeps me driven 
Some cops want a brother in prison 
So i got me a few attorneys 
Just in case a cop wanna burn me 
They protect me from the state 
Cause one-time's got no case, break it on down 
 
One-times got no case 
 
A cop asks me "what's my name, and don't lie" 
And i'm askin' officer "why? 
Why ya wanna mess with a brother like mix 
When you know i'm livin' legit?" 
The cop said "don't get smart. 
I tear soul-brother apart" 
I said "well take off your gun, if you wanna get done 
An' i'll show you that i ain't the one" 
The cop rolled up his fist 
Puts the handcuffs on my wrists 
Then he threw a straight jab and he missed 
A female cop pulls up and she's pissed 
But this cop had k-9 
A soul sister, yes she's fine 
I said "won't ya help a brother outta bind?" 
But that badge was going to her mind 
So she stuck a billy club in my back 
She said "don't think because you're black 
That i won't beat you", crack, "hit you with the gat" 
Her partner starts to laugh 
 
Oooh, hit 'em again. hit 'em again. 
 
So they took me on down to the jail 
P.l.b. came to pay my bail 
Then we called goldstein and claire 
Them's my lawyers 
Walkin' up the stairs 
To the courtroom dressed in suits 
'bout to give a couple cops the boot 
So the female cop takes the stand 
Took her oath with the wrong damn hand 
My lawyers ate her up like catfish 
The other cop pleads the fifth 
She lost her job 
I seen a few tears on her face 
Sorry baby, one-time's got no case