Trials - Law And Order lyrics

[Intro: Sample] You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something? I ain't pa**ed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh** [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 d**h I do it again [?] So what the f**, mate? Running in this house tough [?] Filled the bath tub with vomit, Seddy kicked him in the arse (what?) 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 [?] Tarzan, the new jerk 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 pa**ed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh**) [Verse 2: Sesta] Yeah, the [?] 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 [???] I got a groom in the back when groomers attack Apocalypse [?] And got booze to relax, [?] for the wounds Looks as if already gone for the booze So I gots to get the f** out, think I left the cigar bag at mum's house Trying to [?] 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 [?], I gotta get a f**ing 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 pa**ed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh**) [Verse 3: Hons] Man, I've done a lot of dumb sh**, especially as a young kid Eighteen [?] my act never got busted Guess it was 1899, time to get smart 'Cause, once you pa** that, you get f**ed if they press the charge Better get myself a lawyer Even some [?] these days like Della [?] (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** [?] 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 sue ever coming back to me But, if it does, you can sue me I just get a credit by my peers and [?] Jeremy [?] Man, we sick, want the evidence? Check the last ten years and three albums [?]