PETEY PABLO

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

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