Sean Price - Jail Shit lyrics

(feat. Rock)

[Sean Price]

Who this? Sean Price, groovy shit

Catch a body cop out to a two to six

Less the charge, yo, don't even stress the sarge

That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the God?

Weed and dope, anything you need to smoke

For the kids, netas, triple b's and lokes

Five Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God

Knife in ya hand, trynna get a damn piece, god

Ain't nothin' left to do, but pull out ya piece, god

Dig in they face, until you tear it to piece, god

Here are some things, over wrong, fearing no things

Set it off for the German, do a year in the bing

Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the bing

You them blow head bop, turned queer in the bing

You should hang it up, pa, can't take this stuff

But wait, pops died, go to wake in cuffs

[Chorus: Rock]

You come home to the streets, niggaz raising hell

Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as jail

Only the grimey get over, ain't no making bail

Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is frail

[Sean Price]

I hope and pray my first born, be next to parole

Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess with stones

I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and gangs

Tired of the jack mac, caliberas and ten

When I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma change

But when I, come home, you know the God won't change

I'm bluffin' for real, girl you know the fuck is the deal

Soon as I touchdown, I need to puff on the real

Bang my first floor, pa, never focused, free

But corner violation for smoking weed

As the cop escort me, as I toot to a cell

With a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as hell

Man, I'm 29 going on 30, kid

Can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick

[Chorus]

[Sean Price]

My life is in danger, my son set it off on the emon

Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be calm

Looking bad, son, them niggaz deep as hell

Realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is frail

It's just me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will

Dee and a crackhead named Mike from the ville

If I die, yo I'm going out with knives in they grill

All my motherfuckin' life I've been real, yo

[Chorus x2]