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Sean Price lyrics : "Jail Shit"

(feat. Rock)

[Sean Price]

Who this? Sean Price, groovy %#@!
Catch a body cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even stress the sarge

That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the God?
Weed and dope, anything you need to smoke
For the kids, netas, triple b's and lokes

Five Percent ^!$$%z, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, trynna get a damn piece, god
Ain't nothin' left to do, but pull out ya piece, god

Dig in they face, until you tear it to piece, god
Here are some things, over wrong, fearing no things
Set it off for the German, do a year in the bing

Either grow dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
You them blow head bop, turned queer in the bing
You should hang it up, pa, can't take this stuff

But wait, pops died, go to wake in cuffs

[Chorus: Rock]

You come home to the streets, ^!$$%z raising hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as jail
Only the grimey get over, ain't no making bail

Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is frail

[Sean Price]

I hope and pray my first born, be next to parole
Tie it up, liftin' weights, playin' chess with stones
I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and gangs

Tired of the jack mac, caliberas and ten
When I come home, ma, I sware to God, I'ma change
But when I, come home, you know the God won't change

I'm bluffin' for real, girl you know the $#&@ is the deal
Soon as I touchdown, I need to puff on the real
Bang my first floor, pa, never focused, free

But corner violation for smoking weed
As the cop escort me, as I toot to a cell
With a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as hell

Man, I'm 29 going on 30, kid
Can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick


[Chorus]

[Sean Price]

My life is in danger, my son set it off on the emon
^!$$%z being easy, how the $#&@, can you be calm
Looking bad, son, them ^!$$%z deep as hell

Realizing all my mother$#&@in' peeps is frail
It's just me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will
Dee and a crackhead named Mike from the ville

If I die, yo I'm going out with knives in they grill
All my mother$#&@in' life I've been real, yo


[Chorus 2X]

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