One Time's Got No Case - Sir Mix-A-Lot

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Embed: 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
'Coz 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

'Coz 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

Ooh, 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
One-time's got no case
One-time's got no case

Yeah you're in the brother gets smart out ya
Don't ya?
I forward the brain and not the gang
Peace
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One Time's Got No Case Lyrics

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

It's the man that you love to hate
Coming outta Washington state
Cops don't like my profile
'Coz 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
'Coz 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'
'Coz 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
'Coz my trunk keeps pumpin' much bass
But they best get outta my face

'Coz one-times got no case, give it to me
One-times got no case

The police think I'm movin' them keys
They trip 'coz 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
'Coz 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

'Coz 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

Ooh, 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
One-time's got no case
One-time's got no case

Yeah you're in the brother gets smart out ya
Don't ya?
I forward the brain and not the gang
Peace
I'm outta here

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Born Anthony Ray in Seattle on August 12, 1963, Sir Mix-a-Lot is a Grammy Award winning rap artist known as a champion of north-west-coast hip hop and for his mainstream break-out in the early 90s. Where there was previously no scene, he helped create it with fun, bass heavy tracks relying on booty shakin' just as much as a playful sense of humor. His first album, 'Swass', featured him humping the Space Needle to show his commitment to the Seattle scene and went platinum. After hooking up with producer extraordinaire Rick Rubin, Mix-a-Lot hyped a new, in-your-face image culminating in the booty shakin' anthem "Baby Got Back", a groovy cut about thick booty that topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart and signaled the high point of his career.

The track, which earned him a Grammy Award, has continued to be a success, with VH1's '100 Greatest Songs of Hip Hop' including it in 2008. As trends in gangsta rap and other shifts of hip-hop culture took place, Mix-A-Lot kept on releasing tracks to a cult fanbase before going more into production and studio work. Other notable fan favorites include "Posse on Broadway" (rapping about a street in Seattle, discussing local landmarks, with success that proved his first hit with some MTV airplay), "Testerossa" (a comparison of his lyrical power to the cars' horsepower), and "Swap meet Louie" (a comical look at counterfeit goods such as Louis Vuitton items being sold at swap meets and night markets). His infamous food-based parody tune "Buttermilk Biscuits" (also known as "Buttermilk Biscuits (Keep on Square Dancin')") was performed by kids on the new 'Mickey Mouse Club' program and earned comparisons to "Weird Al" Yankovic.

Mix-A-lot created his own label and worked his songs from the ground up. He never achieved the same popularity as his heyday again, but his songs remain fun and bring his fans back to the late 80s and early 90s with beat-boxing and old-school scratching. See: http://sirmixalot.com/ Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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