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wrongplace (casual remix) - del the funky homosapien lyrics

i writes rhymes for rehearsal
but first chill
i gotta little story to tell ya
how i almost caught a
bad one
add one to the list of 2,000 and 1
stupid things to do
i had crew when they stepped at a party
hardly even known i own a smith & wesson
but it’s resting at home
in a shoe box
they see crews jock
so they wanna step and test the rep i got
i said ‘wait a second
check inside my coat for a shank’
they must be imagining that i’m money in the bank
they’ll get spanked
cause i’m not the n-gga
i got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes
to mush kids
i talk when i wanna talk
never silence
violence erupts when i clown ya
catch a beat down ya
cause i never back away from n-ggas
even if you gotta pistol
i dare ya pull the trigga
but that’s suicide
either you must die
or i must
so why bust me
cause i’m guilty
of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time
comin’ at ya in the wrong state of mind
i’m now in a hurry
a pow when a flurry
of bullets come speeding by
i needn’t die
i gotta make tracks & take back my words
i eat ’em
cause everybody knows i didn’t beat ’em…

(chorus:)
“being in the wrong place at the wrong time”
i’m out on the town
i don’t frown at people
cause they tend to get offended
and then the heat will
be on my -ss
i got cl-ss
never out of line, cause
i’m standing here without a nine
pistols i wish will not blast me
taz be circlin’ corners
lookin’ for warners
you know the brothers
me & you
we didn’t do sh-t
but we get h-ssled
because we crew & we rollin’
this is my car
it isn’t stollen
i hope you catch a slug
straight in your colon
when ya walkin’ the beat
i bet ya gotta sheet hangin’ up in ya closet
ph-ck this law sh-t
but there is two laws to follow, you know
there is laws of the city
and there’s laws of the ghetto
i go to clubs with a smile on my face
just in case n-ggas look & wanna whyle in the place
cause of jealousy
del is me
only me
n-ggas walkin’ in poppin’ sh-t
that’s who the phonies be
peep it one night
and you’ll see it it’s quite clear
since we all know now
that’s why we’re
never in the wrong place @ the wrong time!

(chorus)
d-mn, i hate cops!
i need to bust they chops
always gettin’ props for the n-ggas they pop
peep
i smoke weed
get weeded
cause i need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleeded
i got busted for less than a gram of hash
they wanna cram my -ss
in the slammer
that punk po-po
bringin’ back hash from amsterdam is a no-no
i didn’t know they would catch me
punk mutt fetch me
stretched me out at customs
gotta bust ’em
i can’t call it
they found it in my wallet
now customs got me
and i just can’t stall it
i wish they would leave me alone
dog lookin’ at me like
feed me a bone
he might bite me
very likely
they had to strike me with a fine or time
i said fine
mines was 500 bones
for a gram of hash
my mind was blown
come back to michigan
so we can pitch again
federal offense
now i better go & convince the judge…

(chorus)

- del the funky homosapien lyrics

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