Lyrics

Got a pocket full of change But it ain't gonna get me far I'm a movin violation This ain't even my car Somebody roll up the windows Somebody turn up the tunes Somebody get me a valid ID Or I'll be wearing the blues There's no reason or rhyme, but so what Tis the season for crime and here we come Ready or... ooh what'd you expect Oh what'd you expect Got a rocket eighty-eight But the bitch won't give it back It's a stupid situation But she's got a nice rack Somebody get me a shotgun Somebody give me a ride Somebody tell me what's going on I'm here to take what's mine There's no reason or rhyme, but so what Tis the season for crime and here we come Ready or... ooh what'd you expect Somebody get me a shotgun Somebody give me a ride Somebody tell me what's going on I'm here to take what's mine