Take Your Hands Out Of My Pockets

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