Protoje - Wrong Side Of The Law Lyrics
Protoje Lyrics
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
"Pass 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!
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
"Pass 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!
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