Wrong Side of the Law - Protoje

Caught up on the wrong side of the law

Got caught, got caught, got caught

Caught up on the wrong side of the law

I got caught on the wrong side of the law

Say they charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home 'til tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Actually they the wrong side of the law

Can’t be charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home till tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Sometimes the dragon and the beast

Manifests itself inna the form of the police

Spot check deh pon the streets, «Out the car, «A so dem greet me

«Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh.»

Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear

In the back of wah me steering

No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth

But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse

Them say «Book him… felony possession.»

What kind o' law this?

Hold on, no Yard this?

Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me

That amuse me, mi say «Make sure is a Tuesday… "

I got caught on the wrong side of the law

Say they charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home 'til tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Actually they the wrong side of the law

Can’t be charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home till tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

«…Cause I’m busy on Wednesday morning.

Thursday morning too.»

Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend

All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh

Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection

So me switch the rhetoric in another direction

Me never know the officer name, 11 747 a the number wah them give him

Tell me fi sign and go pon me way

Inspector walk in like him have sup’n fi say

Him say «You want back you weed?

«Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me

I got caught on the wrong side of the law

Say they charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home 'til tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Actually they the wrong side of the law

Can’t be charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home till tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Him kiss him teeth and run me out o’the station

Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no

Jubilation is the word that I mean

Because him think him achieve

Think say that grieve me

Go back in the car, you know what greet me

The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me

Him think him catch me off guard the whole night

Him never know Diggy en garde!

Sword fight

Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day

Fi a pound wah mi save

Dutty say him have a story fi tell

Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell

I got caught on the wrong side of the law

Say they charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home 'til tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Actually they the wrong side of the law

Can’t be charging me for marijuana

Like I don’t need to reach home till tomorrow’s

Sun goes up

Dub style, dub style, dub style!