I just wanna put that shit down

To where that shit was (OK)

Y'know what I'm sayin?

Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker

You know what I'm sayin?

Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)

Y'know what I'm sayin?

I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)

Y'know what I'm sayin? It's the one

Ni... OK, yes

Y'know what I'm sayin? (right)

Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah)

Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man

Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh

Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock

Don't worry about nothin' nigga

And man, I used to beat on walls, man

Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out

It's about the County Jail and shit homie

Just check this shit out

*humming*

You know, shit like that

Y'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm)

Man, man



*humming* I wanna go home

I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna come home

I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin'

And I, ?? 'em go

And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho'

Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I wanna go home

Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ???

Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'

Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail

When I, lost my hope, c'mon

*humming* Check it out...



Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control

From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol

You know flow, that's so ??

So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free

One more dog and French bread

Return to the lab to reclaim my fame

And see my bitches take the corner

Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed

But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound

And test drive niggas, that's how to touch

And bitches that's how to bat

I'm steppin' out the penn

Bailin' in a cloud of smoke

Nizi tizi, ?? ?I had to dive on 'em? loc

Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this

Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac

And drink some Cognac and jack to this



Both be on the lookout for PPD

Them black, them whites

Them disco lights and that 3rd strike

Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn

If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again

Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner

Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her

And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit

But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that bitch

I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that

I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin'

That's for goin' with that money sac

And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from

Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh

But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet

So put yo' hand on yo' shit

And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot

Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid

Because a nigga stole some candy from a ????

So me Ray Dogg, ?? and Trey Parcept

That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT

The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang

With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat

Together we love some motherfucker stood ??? all at one time

They comin' together, some niggas yap

Crips and bloods on they way to the home

Because we took our phone

And motherfuckers and left they face swoll

Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls

No action on the phones, no visitors

Man I can't wait to go home



Who's that baller, should I, I wanna go home

I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home

Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home

If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone

Yes a baller, said I, I wanna go home

I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home

Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home

I really, miss ?? doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone

Love to move, nigga won't you come on home

Love to move... *Fades*