Lock Down
(专辑: Bass-Ment Cuts - 1991)
Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed With them iron bracelets on my fucking wrists And I'm headed for the
county With doughnut-eating mother fuckers all around me Dressed in my original county blues With my fresh do-rag and my rubber shoes Six months in a
cement bedroom Make friends fast, make 'em fucking soon Five months left, I
don't even smoke Cigarettes are like money, so I
guess I'm broke Drop two months, I'm down to fo' With the
homies playing spades on the
dirty-ass flo' Chilling by my home boy Bruno Hanging out at the
rec and we was playin Uno And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat So I
whipped his ass and I
caught another week Now I'm staring at a
plastic bowl 'Cause the
next five days, I'm in the
hole One month left and I'm growing kinda thin And there's stubbles on my God damn chin Three days good time, I
guess I
lucked out My time is done, let me the
fuck out No more talking my cock down I'll go fuck me a
bitch 'cause I'm outta this lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down