, I hear you calling me Penitentiary, I hear you calling me Penitentiary, I hear you calling me As the world turns, it burns while it's spinning Coming
's the click Any fool that's tryin' to regulate my bitch Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk Po-po's every which way we try to walk One more
loaded gun 'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody bum rushing
an Oakland orignal danksta Ain't fuckin with nothing but baller's g's and gangsta's See I could go out smoking with zags Now it's sticky sticky green
how I see it, believe it My nigga, I G it Got a few things that's on my mind So nigga gon' listen up while I free it Whatever's needed, I'ma get it
sleazy, one track mind Workin? your work until you think you find Who?s goin? home with you tonight Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who?s
the strap on the toe of a beela Ia??m a over achiever, Ia??m a over believer I will blitz for the chips and then elbow your receiver Did it once and
leave Biloxi But I hops in the Coup Cause I gots to go Scoop another ho From Tupelo Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again Hit it in Meridian
Wait a minute, man, hey, check this out, tell it It was this blind man, right? Man, check this out it was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his way
Give it to me now Palmdale (Hell yeah) Come back to me (I need you and I love you, baby) Palmdale, come back to me (Check it out, check it out, check
's You sit on 24's i sip on 24's Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce And call it 24's Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce And call it 24's Im ridin out leaning never nodding
your sweet sense Until the day I started following your feetprints And tapping in your phone conversations through the heat vents It made complete sense, there's
hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop Eligh's on the last cot a hypocondriac So with him you never know if it's a fever or an act Scarub's usually either reading
shame all the brothers seem drugged out One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact
guilty until proven innocent 'Cuz it's written all over your face Skin color is enough to catch a case To them that's like concrete evidence So whether I did it
huh) It?s your boy Lil?Jon checkin? it (Yeah yeah) And first-off (Whaddup?) I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu We can take it to the street nigga
You cannot faze me (La Chat) So you heard it from the queens HCP we be together Fuckin' with my family bitch It's gon' have to be whatever... (HOOK
you bitches better kneel and pray 'Cause when it's business we takin' care our business I'm clappin' on any of a witness or any who wanna get in it Man
