Lyrics
Yea dedicated to all my homeboys
In the california youth authority
Much love
one:
I caught another case so the loc needs bail
But your people act funny when you're sittin in a cell
I didn't get mail so jail was like hell
Out of anger i shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell
I remember potacaine was used to rock up
It was a trip on how i got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
Yellin "don't move or catch a hot one to the throat"
You learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
Yo, just put an 'out of order' sign on your bozack
I didn't twitch, scratch or itch
They found a nine in my inside pocket ain't that a bitch
A short and quick trip to the county straight drama
The first call i made was collect to my mama
I didn't go see her before i went to jail
But now i wanted her to come visit
Send money orders and post bail
Till i remembered that i'm grown
So now i gotta handle it myself, fool
The loc is on his own
The loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
two:
Yea moms i love you too
I understand that your tired of the bullshit i put you throw
I pleaded not guilty, g
With no intentions of going to trial, i got the plea
Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets
He's coming back to fish for some more meat
Puttin marked money on a hook to real us in
Or sit in this little ass bucket called the pen
And they'll give you a day when you'll be free
Huh, but it ain't no garantee
Because you might get the shovel
Be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil
But it you can hold your own and mind your own
You live long,