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Protoje - Wrong Side Of The Law lyrics

Wrong Side Of The Law lyrics

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Protoje - Wrong Side Of The Law lyrics

Caught up on the wrong side of the law Got caught, got caught, got caught Caught up on the wrong side of the law I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Sometimes the dragon and the beast Manifests itself inna the form of the police Spot check deh pon the streets, "out the car, " A so dem greet me "Pa** the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh." Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear In the back of wah me steering No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse Them say"book him... felony possession." What kind o' law this? Hold on, no Yard this? Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me That amuse me, mi say "make sure is a Tuesday... " "... 'Cause I'm busy on Wednesday morning.Thursday morning too." Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection So me switch the rhetoric in another direction Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give him Tell me fi sign and go pon me way Inspector walk in like him have sup'n fi say Him say"you want back you weed? " Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me Him kiss him teeth and run me out o'the station Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no Jubilation is the word that I mean Because him think him achieve Think say that grieve me Go back in the car, you know what greet me The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me Him think him catch me off guard the whole night Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight 'Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day Fi a pound wah mi save Dutty say him have a story fi tell Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell Dub style, dub style, dub style!