Now you in front of the judge
Two years ago by lunchtime
Them feel no humble than that we walk
Search, search, search
But they can't find nothing
Look, look, look
But they can't find nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
White Cliff, they want no prime, prime, prime
Say they looking for something
My lawyer's cut me off
Now I'm sitting in something
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Five-oh