Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Locked Up, artist - Get Low Playaz. Album song Straight Out the Labb, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2008
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Locked Up |
| Artist: Seff the Gaffla |
| Album: GLP (Get Low Playaz) |
| Song: Locked Up |
| A Fillmo' nigga doin time up in the county |
| Write me off the block sellin rocks like bounty |
| Send me up to Bruno north with the M. A |
| Nineteen hour lockdown waitin for my court date |
| I’m not trippin I guess I’m gonna lounge around |
| Thinkin about my mama and my homies from the Moe-Town |
| I’m gonna be there so ya know I gots ta open shop |
| I love my homies and the record I’m about to drop |
| And if a fool want funk I’m teachin lessons |
| Never on the phone wit a ho I’m never stressin, hungh |
| Mama told me there’d be days like this |
| Thinkin about the money and the days I’d miss |
| It’s 12 o’clock now it’s time to go out to the yard |
| Watchin the SA’s and niggas tryin to act hard |
| Keep to myself ya know get my yokes |
| Walk through the yard say what’s up to my folks |
| Me and Celly Cel in the cuts doin curls |
| Fags on the grass doin ballerina twirls |
| I had on Filas I didn’t want to get em dirty |
| Guards on the top watchin wit a 30/30 |
| Jay cats runnin around yellin and tweakin |
| Watchin Soul Train every single weekend |
| Niggas talkin shit no one down cuz they scary |
| Tryin to buy protection wit tres and commisaries |
| But you know I’m no punk so ya know I kept a weapon |
| If ya know I’m right for gettin shank then keep steppin |
| Now that I’m solo you won’t be the stew find (?) |
| But if you cross me nigga put your number on the line |
| When I get out you know I got a choice bro |
| Go to the set or go to the studio |
| I prefer studio cuz jail just ain’t me |
| Makin hella tapes like 4-Tay and J. T |
| Rippin up the stage with the felony (felony) |
| The niggas checkin folders that’s what they tellin me (tellin me) |
| But I’m still in jail doin time waitin for my court date |
| Slap on the Rolex give me my tear date |
| I know my time is short but I really don’t know when |
| Niggas younger than me gettin shot straight to the pen |
| But I keeps my cool drinkin coffee in a noodle cup |
| 30 days later stone lets roll it up |
| November twenty-somethin thank God I’m still livin |
| Released to my folks tomorrow is Thanksgiving |
| Go to my house take off the Rolex |
| Hug and kiss moms okay now what’s next |
| Meet J.T. |
| jump in the shower |
| Moms when he calls tell him meet me in an hour |
| One hour past I think I hear the doorbell |
| So used to hearin keys that I really can’t tell |
| It’s my nigga like I figure the Bigga the Bigga Figga |
| So now it’s time to go |
| But you don’t hear me though |
| Jumped in the bucket and jetted to the studio (studio) |