30 Days
(专辑: Vagina Diner - 1993)
I
never did time, committed mad crime Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes Harmonizin on a
homicide rap Singin in the
precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract Now they hit me with a
one to THREE, personal-LY conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME The
time will go fast, because I'm true blue On the
DL, back home, I
got a
stash for Ma Duke I
stack razor blades in my shoe Niggaz threaten to kill the
Ak, if I
ever come through And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage Locked down with men that go both ways But gays ain't gon' grease me My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me I'm not the
everyday herb Actions speak louder than words, so step to the
verb Fuck a
pro-noun, I
get down for my crown Pass the
three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge You know the
whole PHASE I'm about to go through the
government's MAZE in about 30 days You know my name, no shame in my game Best to fly the
kid champagne from Spain About to go in, to push a
BID, for wrongs I
done DID Goin away party at the
CRIB Me and my friends gonna get together I
didn't think jail could ever, I
learned to never say never but now we just gonna party.. party.. Shit, fiesta.. for-ever.. Gun [?] up on my floor All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the
door Don't wanna get hit, with a
bullet, meanin a
year time in jail if you can't, comprehend, with the
slang friend All you do, don't act like nuts It don't make no sense for the
whole crew, to get locked up Bad enough I
have to go in yo But when the
shit hit the
fan, debris' gotta blow Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the
weather While I'm locked down, the
thugs'll write me no love letters That's for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears Because it ain't like I'm dyin You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the
bloodclot cryin This ain't The
Wizard of Oz where I
can tap my heels and go for it I
take it slow, cause I'll be home before you know it I'm comin through like X-rays in approximately, the
next 30 days But if you think I'm tryin to skip town You best to purchase a
hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the
dough that I'ma use to flip up the
new connects, that I
meet in jail Politicians they all know dis Every now and then they visit a
snitch, who helped em get rich Yeah part of the
government's plan Lock down the
man who stack grands, put him in the
hand of Uncle Sam This the
stuff, you can't trust for 30 days I'm on a
bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs And while I'm inside, I
take in stride Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly Days go by, night gets darker, but I'm a
New York Whalin on your ass like Orca Not the
Avon Lady, stay up out my face It only take a
shoelace, for a
nigga to catch a
new case You get done in different ways I'm headed for the
cage within the
next 30 days Rob Swift handles business