Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More Jail, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Phantom, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
No More Jail |
«Roger that |
Attention all law enforcement |
We got a 51−50 in progress |
A couple wicked clowns |
But, you’re never gonna catch us |
We’re just too slick for ya!» |
Bring that shit! |
(Never, never, never, never) |
No more jail |
We ain’t never goin' back! |
(Never, never, never, never) |
No more jail |
It ain’t gon' happen (Nope) |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
No more jail |
Never, never, never, never (Nope) |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
No more jail |
Yeah, come on! |
I stole me a Yukon truck this mornin' |
Need some excitement so tonight ain’t borin' |
Took it to the car wash and waxed it down |
Everybody knows Carjacks the Clown *laugh* |
I was spittin' at two fat chicks who walkin' |
Parked in a no-park lane, we talkin' |
And I’m like, what y’all doin' tonight? |
Suddenly it’s all bright, red and blue lights |
Damn, this truck ain’t mine. |
I hacked it |
Got a gun and cocaine in my jacket |
Get out the truck, bitch. |
I gots to bail |
I ain’t tryin' to see my ass back in jail |
High-speed chase, this cop is on me |
More and more join the scene, an army |
Hit the side street close to Mama’s |
Drove across the front lawn of |
Jumped out the car, flew across the wall |
Most were too fat, 'cause it was tall |
But two of 'em still was right behind me |
(«And they got tasers») Don’t remind me! |
I hopped three fences. |
The shit was hectic |
This is too close. |
I must correct it |
Dipped into Ma’s house as they ran by it |
She cooked me lasagna. |
You got to try it |
(Never, never, never, never) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Never, never, never, never…) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
Fuck that! |
You ain’t gonna catch me! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever…) |
Fuck that! |
You ain’t gonna catch me! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
I got two warrants I know about |
They know me in jail, 'cause I got clout |
But fuck goin' back. |
I can’t waste my time |
I need a clean getaway when I do crime |
I sell dope, but I ain’t a toker |
They call me Dopey the Joker |
Female cop stop me, I’ll choke her |
Pull my shank out and belly poke her |
I never had, but I talk the shit |
Got a bag full of dope, and I’m walkin' quick |
Cop pulls up, asks where I’m headed |
To the titty bar, 'bout to peep some neden |
Why, you wanna join me? |
He didn’t laugh |
Pointed to my bag and asked me, «What's that?» |
I know the routine, so now I’m runnin' |
He’s runnin' stop as he points his gun in |
I keep bookin' 'cause I ain’t stoppin' |
This bag of dope here, I ain’t droppin' |
I ran into a clothes store, but I ain’t shoppin' |
Evadin' the law, it’s on and poppin' |
I changed my clothes and grabbed a wig |
I pug on a dress. |
«That lady’s big» |
Shaggy scoot me. |
I played his mother |
Kissed him on the cheek so I don’t blow my cover |
(«Stop playin' man!») |
(Never, never, never, never) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Never, never, never, never…) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
Fuck that! |
You ain’t gonna catch me! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever…) |
Fuck that! |
You ain’t gonna catch me! |
(Nope) |
Fuck that! |
I ain’t goin' to jail! |
(Never, never, never, never) |
Say what? |
(Nope) |
No more jail |
That’s right. |
I’ll be livin' (Nope) |
(Never, never, never, never) |
No more jail |
Never again (Nope) |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
No more jail |
I’ll be livin' (Nope) |
(Ever, ever, ever, ever) |
No more jail |
Damn skippy |
Man, you pigs ain’t never gonna get your hooves up on us, and I’ll tell you |
why- We just too slick- We’re like- Slick Rick- and Slick- the manager from |
WWF- all wrapped in one- and you ain’t never putting your little fingers on- |