Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out On Bail , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Out On Bail |
| Oh I posted bail? |
| I’m out this motherfucker? |
| I can go?! |
| Aw, fuck y’all! |
| Ay fuck the judge! |
| Fuck the motherfuckin' district attorney, the prosecutor |
| And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box, fuck all y’all! |
| Cause I’m out on motherfuckin' bail |
| Y’all ain’t never gon' see me in this motherfucker again! |
| Drop that shit L G |
| Let these ol' punk-ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit for the '94 |
| Niggas ain’t goin' back to court, you stank ass bitches |
| I’m stuck in jail, the D.A.'s tryin' to burn me |
| I’d be out on bail, if I had a good attorney |
| Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up |
| Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up — I ain’t trippin' |
| In the county and I’m mad as fuck |
| Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch |
| Everybody wanna talk cause I’m rappin', they askin' me what happened |
| Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? |
| I can’t sleep! |
| they takin' Polaroids |
| And I’m tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise |
| Man I wish I had my Glock, cause it’s major |
| I’m makin' shanks out the plastic in razors |
| These motherfuckers won’t leave me alone, that’s my word |
| 'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder |
| I’m makin' co-llect calls to my ol' bitches |
| Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches |
| To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up |
| Be prepared to get socked up |
| Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief |
| And you bullshit bitches ain’t changin' me |
| I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell |
| And I’m a thug, I was raised in jail, now I’m out on bail |
| (Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is |
| I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! |
| I’m out on bail |
| (Out on bail) Hand me some motherfuckin' cold 40's in this bitch nigga |
| Cause I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) |
| Ay pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex |
| Yes bitch, that’s a Presidential |
| I’m stuck in jail, and mad as a bitch |
| I’d be out on bail, if it wasn’t for the snitch |
| Runnin' wild through the streets like I’m loco |
| And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds |
| I got no love in my heart cause I’m heartless |
| Mobbin' in the park after dark when I start shit |
| Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey |
| And sellin' product to the addicts cause they gotta have it |
| I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love |
| Hangin' out with the O.G.'s, shootin' up the clubs |
| And momma told me, don’t hang with the homies |
| But they got me if they need me, then it’s on g |
| Got me sittin' in a cell, a five by seven |
| Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven? |
| Got my bitches on the outside, writin' me letters |
| And they tell me they love me, and the shit’ll get better |
| I don’t believe 'em cause I just got the news on the wire |
| Take it how you want it but your picture’s on fire |
| I gotta be a player so I stay strong |
| Cause I know that I won’t be away long |
| And when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets, I’ma handle this |
| A thug nigga gettin' scandalous, I’m on bail |
| (Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is |
| I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! |
| I’m out on bail |
| (Out on bail) Hand me some motherfuckin' cold 40's in this bitch nigga |
| Cause I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) |
| Ay pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex |
| Yes bitch, that’s a Presidential |
| Motherfuckers tryin', to harass a player |
| Man I ain’t goin' for this ol' crazy ol' shit |
| Dealin' with you scandalous bitches |
| Y’all need to pop some of these crooked ass motherfuckin' judges |
| But here go the motherfuckin' fetti, I’m out on bail |
| I’ll see you motherfuckers at the next show |
| By the way, where is my bitch? |
| You know, that’s that ol' real thug shit |
| Real live thug shit, genuine |
| Y’knahmsayin? |
| I wouldn’t waste yo' motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby |
| Trust me, it’s that real shit |
| Talkin' 'bout that shit you can be tellin' your grandkids about y’know? |
| I ran with a thug nigga, believe that |
| This is for my fuckin' nigga 'em and the motherfuckin' boys |
| In case you wonderin', we doin' this shit, hell motherfuckin' yeah |
| An ounce of that shit, sittin' in yo' motherfuckin' lap |
| Now press rewind nigga |