(What's up Red Rocks?) ♪ Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we're about to brawl Ol' boy put his hands on a woman Where I come from son, the next thing comin' is a... Ass whoopin' in the parkin' lot 'Bout to drop this fool right in front of the cops And I ain't gonna run I'm proud of what I done Read me my rights, put me in cuffs Take me downtown, Barney lock me up And I'll do my time, raise my right hand And I'll tell the judge, "Yeah, I'd do it again" (What's up Colorado?) ♪ I heard it through the grapevine Good daddy and a husband is a-doin' time Said his wife and his kids was in the house Ol' boy broke in, man, it all went south When he drop the hammer on his 45 But now he's in the pen 25 to life I hate to say it, but if it had been me I'd have to say Read me my rights, put me in cuffs Take me downtown, better lock me up And I'll do my time, raise my right hand And I'll tell the judge "I'd do it again", yeah If I have to put the law in my hands Well, hell it's bound to break, so 'Cause I know right from wrong And if you cross that line Boy, all I gotta say is (All I gotta say, Red Rocks) Is read me my rights, put me in cuffs Take me downtown, Barney lock me up And I'll do my time, raise my right hand And I'll tell the judge that I'd do it again (C'mon!) Read me my rights, put me in cuffs Take me downtown, better lock me up And I'll do my time, raise my right hand And I'll tell the judge that I'd do that shit again ♪ (From the top to the bottom, y'all ready to raise some hell tonight?) (Oh, so...) ♪ (Hell, yeah)