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In our town we have a State Attorney by the name of Janet Reno She locks brothers up for not paying their child support In your town you may have someone just like her You think you're so slick, that you won't have to pay You slay, get a baby, then run away Oh, but I got a trick for your monkey ass The boys that don't pay get cased up fast You answer to Janet Reno and she lays the law And when she's through with you, you'll wish you never saw Me or the baby or the place where we met Digging up old gold that you wish you could forget The proof is here, it's livin and breathin And Janet Reno's makin sure that I start receivin All the money you get, all the checks you make Janet Reno will make sure and take Janet Reno comes to town collecting all the money You stayed one day, then ran away, and started actin' funny She caught you down on 15th Ave., you tried to hide your trail She found your ass and locked you up, now who can post no bail? Bust it! You're out in your 'vert, dickin' her down You start to get babblin' when Reno comes around You start changing your looks, your clothes and your car You're not a mama's boy, you're a project's star It's time to pay your dues, I mean pay in full Janet's in control, you ain't got no pull You can't boss around like the boys on the ave And slowly but surely I'm gettin all that you have From your bad-ass suits to your Revlon cologne Your diamond rings, gold rope and everything you own Will get taken and then you be sad to the max And I'll even get your income tax He walks in a courtroom, cool and slow And calls Janet Reno a no-good dirty hoe She locks yo ass up, now you don't know what to do The boys on the ave are sure dissin' you Hit it! Janet Reno gets justice for all You can solve your problem with a phone call So if you have a problem that you want report Just straighten it out when you get in court Put your faith in her and you won her respect And if it's up to her you get all your checks She helped me out of a jam, I'm doin' well on my own It could be the same for yours, been proven and shown Yes my man had a Brougham But this time he's not drivin' it home With a knick-knack-slam-splack, you hit it, now you're gone Now I'm 'round town just pushin' your Brougham The next time you start to make a selection Make sure that you got some protection Think twice the next time before you jump right in the bed Take a minute out to put a rubber on your head
Writer(s): Anquette Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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