It aint a crime (uk remix)

Johnny was a bad boy He was a juvenile delinquent He had his picture On the wall of every precinct He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies Puffin' on the blunts And sippin' on the 40's But when he spoke Nobody would listen And when he was home His parents, they would diss him They called him a bum A worthless piece of shit So over this he had a fit And now he grabs his bag And heads for the door And walks to the neighborhood Liquor store Pulls out a gat And tells the old man, "Hit the floor" Then breaks open his register drawer Pulls out the money Stuffs it in his pocket Points his pistol Then he starts to cock it The man panicks and the gun goes off Stupid old fool Made Johnny blow his head off But he don't care 'Cause he was taught It ain't a crime If ya don't get caught