PETEY PABLO - Get Me Out Of Jail lyrics
[Officer:]
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used against you
In this court of music
If you give up that right
You have a right to an attorney
If you cannot afford one
One will be appointed to you by the state, understand?
Could you get me out of jail?
(You can't be serious right? You playin' right?)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Man I aint even done nothin')
Could you get me out of jail?
(Aye look, aye somebody get my cell phone. Aye get my cell phone.)
Could you get me out of jail?
(I can't leave my phone? Aw dats some bullshit)
Could you get me out of jail?
I think I had a little too much to drink cause
I was in the club wit my homeboys
Standin there talking to my homegurl
Next thing I know I'm in some handcuffs
Then I got blood on my t-shirt (t-shirt)
I don't even know what the hell I done
I don't even remember even bein that drunk
All I remember is standin in the parkin lot
And everbody tellin me to hush
I see an ambulance pull up
And then I see a fire truck
And then I see another ambulance pull up
And I'm like what the fuck
And why is everybody lookin at me
And why they pointin at me
And why the hell did he get the police
It don't belong to me (it don't belong me)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Aye Shawty my momma if she aint home...)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Call my sister. Tell her to call Rudy, he da bail bond)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Man look tell them to put the house up or sumpin')
Could you get me out of jail?
(I don't even know what the hell im bein charged wit. Aye what im bein charged wit?)
Could you get me out of jail?
Yep Yep Yep Yep
Hotel hoppin wit a hot thang poppin her thang on top of da bed (bed bed)
She had hair hung down from her head to her neck to back
To the crack of her skyeah yeah.
Everythang was fine
Well it seemed fine the whole time
Me and her was in it together
We did a lil bit of this
Lil bit of that
Lil bit of mhm
Lil bit of yeah (yeah)
Good to go
Till it was time to go
and she act like she ain't wantin' to leave and shit
I got a girlfriend
And I'm like a daddy to her kid
And I gotta go home to them (trippin)
She left and I left
But as soon as I left
I get pulled by a goddamn cop
Said I done rape somebody
(Rape Somebody?!)
Yeah get out of the car. Come on.
Could you get me out of jail?
(Shawty im a rapper man. I am not a basketball player)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Man this some bullshit, man this some Kobe Bryant shit.)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Man she came here willingly.)
Could you get me out of jail?
(Man I even got pictures on my cellphone)
Could you get me out of jail?
Okay
Sittin in this mothafuckin okay
Corralled with pimps and oldheads
Playin a lil checkers and chess
And tryna get my mind of the bullshit
Waitin on the mean ass magistrate
To get my paperwork together
Shoulda been outta here so
Where the hell my folks at?
One o' clock
Two o' clock
Three o' clock
Four
Shift about to change
Where the hell yall goin?
They finna take me to change my clothes and
Put me in dat loud ass jumpsuit orange
Hell nall
Lemme make a phone call
Please yall
Don't do me like this now yall
Oh lord
What the hell is wrong yall?
My sister got a block on the telephone.
Could you get me out of jail? [x5]
[FADE OUT]
Thanks to tonya lyonhartproductions for these lyrics
