TQ - When I Get Out lyrics
[TQ]
Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
I`m `bout to get my first tear
While I`m sittin` in my sell I wonder
What are you doin` outside
Are givin` all my ass up
You a dime so niggaz won`t pass up
[Ericka]
Wait a minute nigga betta back up
I told you long time ago
I`ll always have your back
And you see I`m still comin` off wit half them checks
So why you trippin`
Ain`t gotta worry `bout nobody
Gettin` up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new bible wit a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Between Numbers and Dueteromy
That where you`ll find me
[TQ]
Don`t mind me
I`m feenin` baby
I want some ass real bad
Locked up wit all of these hard legs
Scrapin` daily, I miss my baby, I`m goin` crazy
Gotta get out of this place can`t you help me
Chorus:
[TQ] - How can you love me
[Ericka] - Somebody`s gotta do it
[TQ] - It`s gotta be hard
[Ericka] - Ain`t really nothin` to it
[TQ] - But you make me happy
[Ericka] - Boy you never should of had no doubt
Can`t wait til you get out
[TQ] - When I get out
[Ericka] - I already told you
[TQ] - I guess I didn`t believe it
[Ericka] - You spent all of your time
[TQ] - Fucked up and gettin` weeded
[Ericka] - But you make me happy
[TQ] - So I`m sittin` here countin` dayz down
Can`t wait til I get out
[Ericka] - When you get out
[TQ]
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out E
Bumpin` bone thugz
Got the pedel to the floor
We dippin`, kinda high and trippin`
Yo shit is finga lickin`
[Ericka]
Wait a minute
I really miss ya
So don`t get me started
Sweatin` to bumpin` and grindin` right throught these bars yeah
Got a little somethin` to help ya make
Just picture me naked
Can`t feel your body and I hate it goin` crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
`Bout to go to the mall buy an outfit
[TQ]
Don`t spend all my loochie
Gon` be pissed
And that`s no bullshit
[Ericka]
Now who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
See I`m the woman in the world
Who would put up wit you
[TQ]
Got 72 mo` dayz in here
And feels like 20 years
Can`t smoke, can`t drink no beer
Can`t get no ass in here
So when I finally come home
It`s goin` be on
Cause I`ll be lickin` and kissin` and stickin`
Baby all week long
Chorus
(Repeat til end)
