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You know I never was no choir boy

Ya folks got a gang of priors

Maybe that`s why the one time`s be triflin

Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life

When I ain`t even done nothin wrong off icer

I have no in fo to offer ya

He asked my name so I came off the brain

Told him "I`m John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"

He said "Smart mouth nigga don`t make me do ya"

Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer

My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies

Now they got me down-town, spread my anus

Buttock, I`m like, "What the FUCK is it now?"

He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how"

It`s foul, they got a nigga to` up from the, flo` up

My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up

It`s a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision

at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition

He said if I lose at trial I`d get the ? with the L on top

but take the deal he`d give me five with havin most of the charges

dropped

Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said

"I admit that, but two and a half ain`t bad I got getback"

They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring

It`s only strike one swing, batta batta swing

Chorus:

It`s one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they

ain`t tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway

Yes yes... y`all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all

You better swing, batta batta swing

Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring

It`s a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

1 - shoot em in the face y`all

2 - shoot em in his face y`all

3 - take em on a chase y`all

Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated

Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it

Hates Dick, she`s a dyke lesbian bitch

Can`t wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit

I gotta get a job, so I`m fillin out applications

Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh

Minimum wage don`t get it, five bucks a hour

don`t cut it, man I ain`t widdit

So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack

My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo` back

Now it`s time for me to start havin thangs

I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green

It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly

Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky

I`m at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin

I`m knowin they plottin on me, but I`m still hopin

that they won`t fry me, unless they wanna die

They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was

Sho` nuff, ain`t no bluff, here them suckers come

Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber

gun, uhh

Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds

Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh

I got a problem, witnesses ten

Positive identifa-cation

Chorus

On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided

Now I`m on parole, five years later

The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball

Fuck my P.O., I`m goin AWOL

And you all can suck this dick, I`m sick

and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit

I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep

I`m not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me

I`m petty with a prior, will buy your fate

With Wilson in the office, you gets no date

So I`m putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22

Bound to another state, me and my crew

Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip

California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!

And if you didn`t already know, that you couldn`t

trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass

Used her death, and her family`s name

so he can yank more votes, and political fame

It`s a shame, that I`m the one they say is a monster

Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with

but FUCK THAT, I ain`t goin out, like a punk

That ain`t my style, rip him from his asscrack

to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga

like me I blast one blast two that`s strike three

Chorus

You know I never was no choir boy

Ya folks got a gang of priors

Maybe that`s why the one time`s be triflin

Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life

When I ain`t even done nothin wrong off icer

I have no in fo to offer ya

He asked my name so I came off the brain

Told him "I`m John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"

He said "Smart mouth nigga don`t make me do ya"

Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer

My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies

Now they got me down-town, spread my anus

Buttock, I`m like, "What the FUCK is it now?"

He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how"

It`s foul, they got a nigga to` up from the, flo` up

My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up

It`s a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision

at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition

He said if I lose at trial I`d get the ? with the L on top

but take the deal he`d give me five with havin most of the charges

dropped

Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said

"I admit that, but two and a half ain`t bad I got getback"

They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring

It`s only strike one swing, batta batta swing

Chorus:

It`s one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they

ain`t tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway

Yes yes... y`all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all

You better swing, batta batta swing

Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring

It`s a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

1 - shoot em in the face y`all

2 - shoot em in his face y`all

3 - take em on a chase y`all

Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated

Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it

Hates Dick, she`s a dyke lesbian bitch

Can`t wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit

I gotta get a job, so I`m fillin out applications

Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh

Minimum wage don`t get it, five bucks a hour

don`t cut it, man I ain`t widdit

So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack

My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo` back

Now it`s time for me to start havin thangs

I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green

It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly

Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky

I`m at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin

I`m knowin they plottin on me, but I`m still hopin

that they won`t fry me, unless they wanna die

They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was

Sho` nuff, ain`t no bluff, here them suckers come

Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber

gun, uhh

Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds

Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh

I got a problem, witnesses ten

Positive identifa-cation

Chorus

On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided

Now I`m on parole, five years later

The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball

Fuck my P.O., I`m goin AWOL

And you all can suck this dick, I`m sick

and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit

I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep

I`m not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me

I`m petty with a prior, will buy your fate

With Wilson in the office, you gets no date

So I`m putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22

Bound to another state, me and my crew

Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip

California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!

And if you didn`t already know, that you couldn`t

trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass

Used her death, and her family`s name

so he can yank more votes, and political fame

It`s a shame, that I`m the one they say is a monster

Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with

but FUCK THAT, I ain`t goin out, like a punk

That ain`t my style, rip him from his asscrack

to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga

like me I blast one blast two that`s strike three

Chorus

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