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Del The Funky Homosapien

Genres: Hip-Hop

Wrongplace Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

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 nigga 

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 niggas 

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 ass 

I got class 

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 shit 

but we get hassled 

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 shit 

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 niggas look & wanna whyle in the place 

cause of jealousy 

Del is me 

only me 

niggas walkin' in poppin' shit 

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 niggas 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 ass 

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) 

 

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