I just wanna put that shit down
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To where that shit was (OK)
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Y'know what I'm sayin?
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Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
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You know what I'm sayin?
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Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
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Y'know what I'm sayin?
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I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
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Y'know what I'm sayin? It's the one
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Ni... OK, yes
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Y'know what I'm sayin? (right)
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Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah)
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Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man
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Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh
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Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock
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Don't worry about nothin' nigga
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And man, I used to beat on walls, man
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Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out
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It's about the County Jail and shit homie
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Just check this shit out
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[humming]
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You know, shit like that
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Y'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm)
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Man, man
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[humming] I wanna go home
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I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna come home
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I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin'
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And I, [?] 'em go
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And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho'
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Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I wanna go home
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Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and [?]
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Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'
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Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail
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When I, lost my hope, c'mon
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[humming] Check it out...
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Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control
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From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol
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You know flow, that's so [?]
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So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free
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One more dog and French bread
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Return to the lab to reclaim my fame
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And see my bitches take the corner
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Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed
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But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound
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And test drive niggas, that's how to touch
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And bitches that's how to bat
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I'm steppin' out the penn
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Bailin' in a cloud of smoke
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Nizi tizi, [?] ?I had to dive on 'em? loc
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Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this
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Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac
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And drink some Cognac and jack to this
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Both be on the lookout for PPD
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Them black, them whites
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Them disco lights and that 3rd strike
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Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn
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If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again
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Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner
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Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her
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And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit
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But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that bitch
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I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that
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I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin'
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That's for goin' with that money sac
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And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from
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Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh
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But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet
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So put yo' hand on yo' shit
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And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot
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Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid
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Because a nigga stole some candy from a [?]
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So me Ray Dogg, [?] and Trey Parcept
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That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT
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The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang
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With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat
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Together we love some motherfucker stood [?] all at one time
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They comin' together, some niggas yap
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Crips and bloods on they way to the home
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Because we took our phone
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And motherfuckers and left they face swoll
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Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls
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No action on the phones, no visitors
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Man I can't wait to go home
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Who's that baller, should I, I wanna go home
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I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home
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Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home
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If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone
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Yes a baller, said I, I wanna go home
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I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home
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Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home
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I really, miss [?] doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone
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Love to move, nigga won't you come on home
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Love to move... [Fades]
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I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song)
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Suga Free |