Del The Funky Homosapien - Wrong Place 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***a 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***as 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 a** I got cla** 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** but we get ha**led 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 phuck this law sh** 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***as look & wanna whyle in the place cause of jealousy Del is me only me n***as walkin' in poppin' sh** 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) Damn, I hate cops! I need to bust they chops always gettin' props for the n***as 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 a** 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)