Lyrics
TRACK #4. "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME"
Verse 1.
There he is, the kid the cops can't catch, all of a sudden, he's bailing over the barbed wire fence,
he's relentless, look at this boys blenders, screaming F the courts, cops, and public defenders,
twenty five miles an hour, he's smashing on foot, with five o behind him, screaming, catch that crook, jumping over cars, compliments of Air Max, running through the hood, and he's headed for the train tracks, hit the corner hard, and he almost eate it, but almost dont count, cuz the kid was faded, forty in the hand, sack in the drawls, cops breathing hard, just like biggie Smalls,
first he hit the forty, then he chucked it at them, now they really hot, cuz they almost had him,
he thought to himself, I know a short cut, caught his second wind, then he spotted a sports truck.
Chorus
Na, na, na, na, na, you can't catch me, Na, na, na, na, na, you can't catch me,
Na, na, na, na, na, you can't catch me, Na, na, na, na, na, you can't catch me.
Verse 2.
The truck was running, so he hopped in quickly, then said to himself, I'm shaking fifty, fly the clutch, bang the gears, ninety by Mervyn's a hundred by Sears, through the lot, down the strip, cops out of gas, game over like Flip, then he heard the bird, so he dumped the dodge, almost hit a little kid, then crashed in a garage, through the door, through the house, through the back, any more adrenaline, he'll have a heart attack, but he ain't going to stop, so they notified S.W.A.T.,
he's armed and dangerous, and he knew Tupac, most kids get caught, but not this cat, he was taught to get away, and not look back, their's no escape, is what the ghetto bird thinks, then he hits the projects, stops, looks, and winks.
Verse 3.
He hit the hood, they let loose the K-9's, more dogs on his ass then Alaskian Airlines, don't be shocked, cuz this ain't no shocker, kids get away, cuz they love Foot Locker, through the laundry mat, over a washer, then he almost slipped, on some fabric softner, little did they know, he was liable, to blow up on the news, like American Idol, he busted a left, and ran through some yards, treating police like security guards, then he busted a right, and broke all the laws, and iced five o,
like Hagen Diiaz, I ain't the kid in the story, but I ran though, but the Playboy got away a verse
ago, I ain't the kid in the story, but I ran though, but the shark swam away, a verse ago.
