It Aint A Crime Lyrics

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 And sippin' on the 40's Puffin' on the blunts Nobody would listen But when he spoke And when he was home His parents, they would diss him They called him a bum A worthless piece of shit And now he grabs his bag So over this he had a fit And heads for the door Liquor store And walks to the neighborhood 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 The man panicks and the gun goes off Then he starts to cock it Made Johnny blow his head off Stupid old fool But he don't care 'Cause he was taught It ain't a crime If ya don't get caughtHouse Of Love - It Aint A Crime - http://motolyrics.com/house-of-love/it-aint-a-crime-lyrics.html