| Song | One Time's Got No Case |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Mack Daddy |
| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot, Wonder | |
| *spoken* | |
| What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh? | |
| I'll be askin' the questions leroy. | |
| My name ain't leroy, man. | |
| Heh, all right jerome, outta the car. | |
| Man, why i gotta be jerome man? why can't i be tommy or philbert or something? | |
| Just put your hands on the hood muhammed | |
| *rap* | |
| It's the man that you love to hate | |
| Coming outta washington state | |
| Cops don't like my profile | |
| Cause mixalot kicks much style | |
| So the man is on my trail | |
| He wanna take mix to jail | |
| If he does, i'll make the bail | |
| Cause i know alot of rich females | |
| I'm shakin' 'em just like this | |
| Keepin' that porsche in fifth | |
| King county cops don't quit | |
| Even when a young brothers legit | |
| So they follow me wherever i go | |
| I hear 'em on the radio | |
| With a scanner that i bought from the sto' | |
| Cause a brother like mix gotta know | |
| I'm checkin' them cops with radar | |
| They don't believe i'm a rap star | |
| That my brain is up to par | |
| An i'm ready when they follow my car | |
| I know they wanna spray me with mace | |
| Cause my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass | |
| But they best get outta my face | |
| Cause one-times got no case, give it to me | |
| One-times got no case | |
| The police think i'm movin' them keys | |
| They trip cause i clock much d | |
| They pull a gat an' they yell out "freeze!" | |
| I'm whippin' out my i.d. | |
| My gat sits under my seat | |
| The cops throw me out in the street | |
| They found my gun like thieves | |
| Officer friendly has got a new beat | |
| So i show him my gun permit | |
| I told him i roll legit | |
| Give me a test to see if i'm drinkin' | |
| They claim my breath was stinkin' | |
| They had me walk on the line | |
| I walked backwards stopped on a dime | |
| My female just reclines | |
| Cause she knows i know the time | |
| I'm hip to the cop procedure | |
| They get ya everytime they see ya | |
| They stop ya, they cuff ya | |
| They roll ya an' they rough ya | |
| They ask what i do for a livin' | |
| Should this information be givin'? | |
| This is what keeps me driven | |
| Some cops want a brother in prison | |
| So i got me a few attorneys | |
| Just in case a cop wanna burn me | |
| They protect me from the state | |
| Cause one-time's got no case, break it on down | |
| One-times got no case | |
| A cop asks me "what's my name, and don't lie" | |
| And i'm askin' officer "why? | |
| Why ya wanna mess with a brother like mix | |
| When you know i'm livin' legit?" | |
| The cop said "don't get smart. | |
| I tear soul-brother apart" | |
| I said "well take off your gun, if you wanna get done | |
| An' i'll show you that i ain't the one" | |
| The cop rolled up his fist | |
| Puts the handcuffs on my wrists | |
| Then he threw a straight jab and he missed | |
| A female cop pulls up and she's pissed | |
| But this cop had k-9 | |
| A soul sister, yes she's fine | |
| I said "won't ya help a brother outta bind?" | |
| But that badge was going to her mind | |
| So she stuck a billy club in my back | |
| She said "don't think because you're black | |
| That i won't beat you", crack, "hit you with the gat" | |
| Her partner starts to laugh | |
| Oooh, hit 'em again. hit 'em again. | |
| So they took me on down to the jail | |
| P.l.b. came to pay my bail | |
| Then we called goldstein and claire | |
| Them's my lawyers | |
| Walkin' up the stairs | |
| To the courtroom dressed in suits | |
| 'bout to give a couple cops the boot | |
| So the female cop takes the stand | |
| Took her oath with the wrong damn hand | |
| My lawyers ate her up like catfish | |
| The other cop pleads the fifth | |
| She lost her job | |
| I seen a few tears on her face | |
| Sorry baby, one-time's got no case |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot, Wonder | |
| spoken | |
| What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offisuh? | |
| I' ll be askin' the questions leroy. | |
| My name ain' t leroy, man. | |
| Heh, all right jerome, outta the car. | |
| Man, why i gotta be jerome man? why can' t i be tommy or philbert or something? | |
| Just put your hands on the hood muhammed | |
| rap | |
| It' s the man that you love to hate | |
| Coming outta washington state | |
| Cops don' t like my profile | |
| Cause mixalot kicks much style | |
| So the man is on my trail | |
| He wanna take mix to jail | |
| If he does, i' ll make the bail | |
| Cause i know alot of rich females | |
| I' m shakin' ' em just like this | |
| Keepin' that porsche in fifth | |
| King county cops don' t quit | |
| Even when a young brothers legit | |
| So they follow me wherever i go | |
| I hear ' em on the radio | |
| With a scanner that i bought from the sto' | |
| Cause a brother like mix gotta know | |
| I' m checkin' them cops with radar | |
| They don' t believe i' m a rap star | |
| That my brain is up to par | |
| An i' m ready when they follow my car | |
| I know they wanna spray me with mace | |
| Cause my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass | |
| But they best get outta my face | |
| Cause onetimes got no case, give it to me | |
| Onetimes got no case | |
| The police think i' m movin' them keys | |
| They trip cause i clock much d | |
| They pull a gat an' they yell out " freeze!" | |
| I' m whippin' out my i. d. | |
| My gat sits under my seat | |
| The cops throw me out in the street | |
| They found my gun like thieves | |
| Officer friendly has got a new beat | |
| So i show him my gun permit | |
| I told him i roll legit | |
| Give me a test to see if i' m drinkin' | |
| They claim my breath was stinkin' | |
| They had me walk on the line | |
| I walked backwards stopped on a dime | |
| My female just reclines | |
| Cause she knows i know the time | |
| I' m hip to the cop procedure | |
| They get ya everytime they see ya | |
| They stop ya, they cuff ya | |
| They roll ya an' they rough ya | |
| They ask what i do for a livin' | |
| Should this information be givin'? | |
| This is what keeps me driven | |
| Some cops want a brother in prison | |
| So i got me a few attorneys | |
| Just in case a cop wanna burn me | |
| They protect me from the state | |
| Cause onetime' s got no case, break it on down | |
| Onetimes got no case | |
| A cop asks me " what' s my name, and don' t lie" | |
| And i' m askin' officer " why? | |
| Why ya wanna mess with a brother like mix | |
| When you know i' m livin' legit?" | |
| The cop said " don' t get smart. | |
| I tear soulbrother apart" | |
| I said " well take off your gun, if you wanna get done | |
| An' i' ll show you that i ain' t the one" | |
| The cop rolled up his fist | |
| Puts the handcuffs on my wrists | |
| Then he threw a straight jab and he missed | |
| A female cop pulls up and she' s pissed | |
| But this cop had k9 | |
| A soul sister, yes she' s fine | |
| I said " won' t ya help a brother outta bind?" | |
| But that badge was going to her mind | |
| So she stuck a billy club in my back | |
| She said " don' t think because you' re black | |
| That i won' t beat you", crack, " hit you with the gat" | |
| Her partner starts to laugh | |
| Oooh, hit ' em again. hit ' em again. | |
| So they took me on down to the jail | |
| P. l. b. came to pay my bail | |
| Then we called goldstein and claire | |
| Them' s my lawyers | |
| Walkin' up the stairs | |
| To the courtroom dressed in suits | |
| ' bout to give a couple cops the boot | |
| So the female cop takes the stand | |
| Took her oath with the wrong damn hand | |
| My lawyers ate her up like catfish | |
| The other cop pleads the fifth | |
| She lost her job | |
| I seen a few tears on her face | |
| Sorry baby, onetime' s got no case |