House Of Pain

It Aint A Crime

House Of Pain


Johnny was a bad boy 
He was a juvenile delinquent 
He had his picture 
On the wall of every precinct 
He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies 
Puffin' on the blunts 
And sippin' on the 40's 
But when he spoke 
Nobody would listen 
And when he was home 
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 gat 
And 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 panicks and the gun goes off 
Stupid old fool 
Made Johnny blow his head off 
But he don't care 
'Cause he was taught 
It ain't a crime 
If ya don't get caught 

chorus(3x) 
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught 
That's how it is homie like it or not 

Now, comin' out of the store 
Johnny shot two acpedic Jews 
When he got home 
His face was on the news 
His mom freaked out 
Told him, "Get the fuck out" 
That's when the pigs rolled up 
So, yo he ducked out 
He hit the back door 
Like his name was Carl Lewis 
Dipped to the pay phone 
To find out where his crew is 
He called up his home boy Jose[word up] 
"Can I come over, my man?" 
He said, "No way!" 
The cop- was here 
He was lookin' all over for ya 
But I told the pig 
I didn't know ya 
He said, "Cool, 
pick me up at the school 
I need a ride 'cause 
I'm wanted for homicide" 
Johnny's got his gun 
And he's on the run 
But he don't care 
To him, the shit's 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 ya don't get caught[ha ha] 

chorus 

It ain't a sale if it don't get bought 
It ain't a show if I don't get paid 
She ain't a ho if ya don't get laid