Law And Order

[Intro: Sample]
You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?
I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t

[Verse 1: Trials]
I was minding my P's and Q's, thinking "What would Jesus do?"
Better get yourself a lawyer, it's time to leave the room
Excuse me, sitting in my filth-like jacuzzi
Love it when they buy their records, hate it when you loop it
But that's just the music, I do it to death
I do it again and I blame the dude that's [?]
So what the f*ck, mate? Running in this house tough c*nt
Filled the bathtub with vomit, Seddy kicked him in the arse
They said get an eternity I said "uh-uh"
Held up in a cell with Seddy, I bang Suffa
Bail me out in a UC Santa Cruz shirt
Me and this old man, meeting Tarzan, the new j*rk
So lock me up when I'm doing my thing
I got this one for the law, another two for the ping, pow
Police officer, I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, being rich ain't one, hit me

[Hook: Trials (Sample)]
You better get a lawyer son
You better get a real good one, what's the deal?
(You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?)
Said, uh, better get a lawyer son
You better get a real good one
(I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t)

[Verse 2: Sesta]
Yeah, the [?] will come to water but I ain't got solutions
But the judge's daughter, well, that's a prosecution
So, now I got a seclusion and when I come out what they say?
It's either him or Rick Rubin, I gotta
A groom in the back: "When Groomers Attack"
Apocalypse [?]
And got booze to relax, stimpaks for the wounds
Looks as if already gone for the booze
So I gots to get the f*ck out
Think I left the cigar bag at mum's house
Trying to clock Alex The Kid about a month now
Every time I come out, police is all around and
"Come out with you hands up, we've got you surrounded"
Lock me up 'cause there's a chance that I've done it
You might call it stealing music, it's just sampling brother
And I still pay in advance 'til I can play a guitar
Looking shifty eyed, LA Noire, I gotta get a f*cking lawyer

[Hook: Trials (Sample)]
You better get a lawyer son
You better get a real good one, what's the deal?
(You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?)
Said, uh, better get a lawyer son
You better get a real good one, what's the deal?
(I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t)

[Verse 3: Hons]
Man, I've done a lot of dumb sh*t, especially as a young kid
The eighteen [?] my act never got busted
Guess it was an Agent 99, time to get smart
'Cause, once you pass that, you get f*cked if they press the charge
Better get myself a lawyer
Even some [?] these days hit the f*cker hard like De La Hoya
(Well, son, what's the maximum you've got?)
I only got this much (well, what's the maximum you've got?)
What the f*ck kinda bartering is that?
Does he want me to pull double shifts to pay part of a track
I ain't doing all that, just want to make rap music
Without a law suit ever coming back to me
But, if it does, you can sue me
I just get a credit by my peers and Ron Jeremy hung juries
Man, we sick, want the evidence?
Check the last ten years and three albums as precedent