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Take your hand outta my pocket, baby I ain't got nothin' that belong to you Take your hand outta my pocket I ain't got nothin' that belong to you Don't take your hand out I'm gonna call the police on you I got hip to your record The first thirty five seconds I got in town I got hip, hip to your record First thirty five seconds that I got in town If you don't take your fingers off my wallet I believe the man, gonna take you down, whoa, yeah I don't mean anybody no harm I just want what belong to me I don't mean no one, no harm, no, no I just want, just want what belong to me So, if ya take your hand outta my pocket, oh I'll ask the judge to set you free Oh, yeah |