| Yeah, you made bail boy
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| You need to stay your ass up out of trouble
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| Don’t let me catch you back up in here man
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| Smoking on all them reefers and shit
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| Sign right here, take these, call this number
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| And if you hear your color called
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| You got to come in that day and drop
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| And you better not drop a dirty, boy
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| Or that’s your ass
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| I got flicked by the hooks pointing the Prada look
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| Off a dutchie
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| Caught the munchies, but was too high to cook
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| In front of my crib parked I heard «ten fo', roll down the window»
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| And I flew a thick cloud of endo
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| They cuffed me
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| And booked me 20 minutes roughly
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| In my mugshot, my eyes bloodshot, I’m looking scruffy
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| Was locked up, couldn’t doze, my nose stuffy
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| I’m thinking if they tow the whip all I got is my Huffy
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| Shit, I’m not Puffy
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| That night was a toughy
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| The cover like sandpaper, the pillow wasn’t fluffy
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| Whoever ratted, it was horribly done
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| Anyway, it’s morning now so we back to where the story begun
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| I’m grabbing my things half asleep
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| I’m searching for my keys, I had to laugh to keep
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| From crying, while the car sits, the battery’s dying
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| And I’m trying 'bout buying a cheap suit to put a tie in
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| In this court date that came up quick, time was flying
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| I’m at the stand no denying in my replying
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| I’m ordered to take a piss test
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| And classes on not to twist cess to resist stress; |
| how I get in this mess?
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| I’m thinking all this over marijuana?
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| That’s when he hit me with community service
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| «I'll be there your Honor.»
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| Fake Judge Matthews, Muppet Show
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| «Hypocritical rap bastard, you probably high right now»
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| So they assign you this color with the number to call it
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| Then take your money so you can’t save some with your wallet
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| Sixteen for a drop, damn they making G’s
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| Not only taking fees, they had me cleaning out gyms or raking leaves on my
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| aching knees
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| I hit up Fess to help me get my car back
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| He was breaking trees (let's roll up)
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| He came through with a cigar pack, he lit it, I hit it
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| And now I’m craving a shake and double bacon cheese
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| Hah. |
| Wait
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| Did I just?
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| Damn, I was dreaming, man
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| I’m tired of this shit, man
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| I can’t wait until this shit is over with
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| Fuck |