One Time's Got No Case Lyrics - Mack Daddy - Sir Mixalot

*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