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    (Warren G)
    Check this out, this Warren G, y'know what I'm saying
    Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know
    And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff
    You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yea

    (Slick Rick)

    In the slammer kid but I'm innocent
    Lord played witty wasn't having any pity
    Now wit razor blades, did he
    Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes
    Drives a Rolls, hey, yo, money, what size are those
    Need to phone me toanothe sprang up,hm, to gang up
    On the skid, housing the phone like he didn't know how to hang up
    Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a
    And when you get your commisary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna
    Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off
    Beaten death, you ain't protecting me, forgot today's my day off
    Hold my head and drift the ?Sumo weighing nuts and cars?
    Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars

    Chorus:
    Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
    This type of shit happens every day
    Take some punk locked up to get beat down, ripped down to his boots is broke
    down
    Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
    This type of shit happens every day
    Riots, malay and disturbances of the peace

    (Warren G)

    Mister Slick Rick let me take it for a second
    And tell a short tale about the LA county jail
    9500 that was the lock up
    When the lights got dim, it was time for the soccer
    Jacking for the money, backstab was my mission
    If a riot jumped out, it's time for incision
    Sticking niggas here and sticking niggas there
    I turn around and look and seen cops everywhere
    Jacking brothers up, slapping brothers up
    If you got blood on your clothes, lock up
    High powered was the level, level fo'
    Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no ho (bitch)
    Or you can't tooken wit homies overlooken
    As safe next door wit the Puma straight cooking
    Lighten up the whole module, hm
    Godamn, yea, anothe squabble

    chorus

    (Slick Rick)

    Showing off cuz on the phone, click, losing all the hoes off
    Nigga housed the watch and ?donna? took all of the clothes off
    Nigga hell with the was for my clothes figured telling
    Every night it seem like mice be in and out a nigga cell and
    Still ain't home, like on the hook, seen a bunch of kids look
    Miss outdoors, never know what you have until it's tooken
    And in fact, the moment you fear, all of that, you quote snaps
    Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps
    I be a bigger star than you, no never heard of the nigga
    Takes my raps and read aloud, I want to murder the migga
    Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it
    Case dismissed, but your honor, DA kindly prevented it
    He told to the judge, don't free him, this brother trigger wars
    And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga doors
    So hold the head, drift the ?sunot weight and nuts and cars?
    Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars
    Behind bars

    chorus

    One fight, the nigga trip, seal the rest he might scared
    By couldn't squeal, I's like officer that nigga right there
    Now if he ain't get me his friends will, needed a utensil
    It turn out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil
    State of shock, he made a yell, I said, now what you want traitor
    CO puts me in the bin, I see ya about a month later
    Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed
    The phone prints, the years added to the sentence
    Still chilling and all of that and I escaped
    When the damn thing sold, don't hit the sto' cause they made a rape attempt
    Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out
    Here go the CO, Ricky Walters, back up, bailed out
    The Co couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snithc mass figure
    Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga
    Au vare, back to dating sluts and stars
    At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars
    Behind bars

    Chorus

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